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He looks at me closely, an emotion coasting across his features that I can’t name.

“Years?” His smile is almost blinding.

I nod, the back of my head rubbing against my pillow.

“Does it make me an asshole if I tell you that makes me happy?”

Chapter Fourteen

Reed

I’ve gotta admit, I really don’t care if it does make me an asshole that I’m happy that she hasn’t been with anyone in years. Stupidly happy.

“No, because I get it.”

I stare at her in wonder. How did we get here? And so fast. We just reconnected and it’s like we went from strangers to lovers in a heartbeat. Maybe this is the way it was always supposed to be between us and we just had a giant misstep along the way. I don’t know what she’s expecting and quite honestly, I’m not sure what I am, either. I meant what I said when I told her I loved Katherine. I did. Maybe others would say it’s too soon for Sadie and I to be back together. Not just because of Katherine passing, but because I haven’t been back in town very long. But, there’s a history between us. Sadie isn’t someone I just met.

What I do know, though, is that I already can’t imagine my life without her deeply ingrained in it.

Her hands are still gripping my ass and after flexing her fingers one more time, she releases her hold only to slide them up. She pushes my sweats and boxers down over my ass then reaches between us, doing the same in the front. My dick springs free but she doesn’t grab hold of it. Just looks between us where our skin connects. She’s soft and wet. I’m hot and hard. I move my hips and slide between her folds. My body is strung tight with need. Even when she opened the door to me, as scared out of my mind as I was, I still recognized how insanely sexy she looked standing there before me with her messy hair and smudges of mascara under her eyes. The tiny tank top that didn’t hide a single curve of her dancer body.

She wraps her legs around my waist just as she did when I’ve carried her and much like she wrapped one around my neck just moments ago. I continue to move, the tip brushing against her clit. Sadie throws her head back, exposing her long beautiful neck to me. She looks and feels like a goddess laid out before me. Her straight blonde hair all over her white pillowcase. Her lips the color of peaches. Nipples that match. Her skin… so smooth and soft with just a hint of the tan she must have gotten over the summer.

Our eyes don’t stray from each other’s but our hands… our hands don’t stop moving. Can’t stop moving. I want to feel every inch of her body beneath my rough fingertips. She’s here with me and right now is all that matters. The time between isn’t important. Not in this moment.

If Katherine’s passing taught me anything, it’s that we never know what’s going to happen tomorrow or even five minutes from now.

“Reed. I need…”

“What? Tell me. What do you need?”

And then when her gorgeous eyes flare and her hand slides back down to my ass, she tells me everything I need to know. I shift my body and ease into her. So slowly it’s killing me. I have to fight against every instinct I have to push hard, claiming what’s been mine since I was too young to understand the meaning. But she said it’s been years since she’s had someone inside her and I don’t want to miss a single second of this time with her by rushing.

Inch by torturous inch, I stretch her. She feels better than I remember and maybe it’s because I know what I’m doing now and am smart enough to really pay attention. Maybe it’s because I’m going in bare. It doesn’t matter, though, because all I want to do is relish in the touches. Every stroke in and out and in until our bodies are fully connected. I push back the shiver that threatens to roll down my spine and still, afraid if I move it’ll all be over with too soon.

But it’s all too much. I’d remembered every detail but forgotten. I hate that I forgot. I won’t again, though.

“Ready?” I ask her, breathing hard and praying she says yes. She doesn’t answer me verbally but smiles that smile that has me clenching every muscle in my body because it’s so. Damn. Beautiful.

I felt it earlier — her need for me to go slow. She wanted to relax and remember also. Everything between us is coming back to us. The way we can read each other so clearly. The sense of home when we’re near. The term soul mate whispers in the back of my mind and I know. I know it’s corny but that it’s real. It’s why I felt so off center the last twelve years. A part of my soul was missing from my life.

I pull away slowly, feeling her walls tighten around me and plunge back in. This time, I don’t go gentle. This time, I show her everything that’s rattling around inside me. She belongs to me. With me. And however complicated as that might make things, I don’t care. I’m not letting go again. Anything that happened during the time we spent apart is what made us who we are today and if that means she had to spin around a pole for money, so be it. It only proves what a strong and fearless woman she is. Not letting anything get in her way of caring for the ones she loves.

I pump in and out of her, sweat beading on my forehead. Her soft cries are such a turn-on. Sweet. Earlier, she made sounds that I didn’t know were possible to come out of her. Pride swelled inside me, knowing I was the one who did that. Who gave that to her. I want to again. Determined, I grip under her knee, lifting her leg and plunging deep. She cries out, no longer a soft whimper but a scream ripped from her throat.

“Fuck,” I grunt, moving against her, our bodies one in the most primal, natural way that makes my heart race. I want to roar, pounding on my chest like a Neanderthal.

Her leg bent, tucked against me. My grip on her thigh and other hand pressed into the pillow next to her head, holding me up so I can look down at her. Breasts bouncing up and down with our movement and… “Fuck. You feel so good.”

“Yes!” she cries out and it’s such a simple word that holds so much meaning when it’s pulled from somewhere deep inside her. “Reed!”

My name on her lips is the sweetest sound.

“Sadie,” I groan, holding myself back for a few more minutes. I want to be inside her when she comes. Want to feel every ripple and tug as her orgasm is ripped from her body.

She arches underneath me, her body searching for mine even though there’s no space between us. I understand, though. I want to crawl inside her, plant myself so deeply that she’ll feel me there for weeks. So I tell her this. I’ve never been one for dirty talk but I can’t stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth.

“You like that?” I ask on a grunt, lifting her and hitting that spot so deep inside.

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