Page 58 of I'm Yours

“Not yet, what?” I tease.

He stands quickly, not answering me and keeping me in place. My legs are around his waist again. “Where to?”

“Down the hall. At the end,” I explain, assuming he’s asking me where my bedroom is.

We’re barely through the doorway when I’m flying through the air, landing on my mattress and he’s hovering over me. Our kiss turns sloppy and frantic, neither of us having an ounce of control between us. We’re all tongues and teeth and licking and biting. Our hands are working double time to remove clothing, which is far easier for him than me considering I’m already mostly naked.

He sits up on his knees and almost makes me come when he reaches behind him and tugs on the back of his shirt, flinging it off so his muscular tattooedsent straight from heaventorso is right there in front of me, begging for my mouth to reintroduce itself to it. Good golly. The term one sexy beast? Look it up in the dictionary. Reed Sanders sans shirt will be staring right back making every woman in America weep tears of joy.

“Holy crap.” I touch the bottom of my mouth to make sure I’m not drooling.

He’s not paying attention to my reaction, though. He’s busy staring himself. At me. And I can tell he likes what he sees. Thank goodness.

His chest heaves up and down and he croaks, “You’re so beautiful, Sadie. So perfect for me. I’d almost forgotten how much.”

“Almost?” I ask quietly.

“Almost. But not fully because you, Sadie, were… are unforgettable. Never, not in the last twelve years, did I forget the night we spent together. It was the best night of my life.”

“Not when Emmy was born?” I don’t want to bring up his late wife so I play it safe.

“She was born in the early afternoon.”

“I never forgot either,” I admit and he smiles. When Reed smiles, it’s breathtaking. Teeth bright white and straight after years of braces. I remember when he got them off and he showed off his new smile. I had a hard time looking away then, and I can’t look away now.

“No?”

“How could I? It was the best night of my life, too.”

“Fuck, I needed to hear that,” he whispers, head dropping down, shoulders hunched.

My heart weeps for him. I did that. I put concern and fear and confusion in his mind. I reach up and cup his cheek so he raises his head and our eyes connect in the darkness.

“I’m sorry I ever made you question what you meant to me.”

“It’s forgotten.”

“Is it really? If we don’t get it out there, it won’t stay in the past. I’m sorry, Reed. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I know.”

“You say that, but…”

“No, Sadie. There’s no but here. You’ve apologized and explained and while a big part of me wishes it was different, I wouldn’t change the last twelve years. Except maybe the whole you working as a stripper thing. It’s better for me not to think of that. And, I know it’s weird for you to hear this, but I did love my wife and not just because she gave me Emmy.” I don’t know why he says it. I wonder if it’s his own guilt. Or maybe he thinks he’s moving on too fast. “That doesn’t mean that I’m not happy to be here. With you. You… fuck, Sadie, you’re you.”

“I’m glad you had Katherine.” It’s the truth, too. I might have felt sad for me, but always happy for him. “And… forget you know about the stripping. Just… let’s say I learned to teach pole dancing by watching YouTube videos.”

“Thinking of you watching women dancing on a pole in your bedroom while you’re naked does all sorts of things to me,” he says, leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth. I feel his hardness pressed against my thigh and I wiggle, wanting him to stay put but also wanting him to shift around so he’s right where I need him most.

Heat overwhelms me. Shivers overpower the heat. I’m a cacophony of senses, not being able to land on one. “So responsive,” he murmurs against my skin and I can feel his smile when I squirm beneath him. Turned on and wanting time to speed up and slow down simultaneously.

His lips make a trail lower, lower, lower until they’re at the sweet spot. His fingers wrapping around my panties and tugging them down my legs. He shifts his body so he can pull them all the way off then dives in, broad, strong shoulders between my legs, pushing them apart.

And then…

His lips are on me.

On the very center of me that no one, and I meanno onehas ever been with their mouth before and holy crap the wait was worth it. I remember him moving like he was going to do this back then and I had a moment of panic and stopped him. Now I regret that decision. I just wasn’t ready then. Now though? Now I am here for it. For all of it. Every single second and move he’s about to make.

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