Page 85 of When You Were Mine

Because they weren’t on the same page, and she needed to tell him the truth. “We’re not back together. I need you to understand that.”

A flash of pain ravaged his features, and he went very still.

“This is just one night. I need to know you’re okay with that.” When he didn’t answer, her body rioted. It was crying out to be touched by him, but she couldn’t hurt him. “Trevor, I think you broke us.”

“Iknow. But will you give me a chance to heal us?”

“I don’t think we can be fixed.” Emotion choked her. Heat flamed up her neck. “I’m sorry, Trevor. I’m sorry for shutting you out. I’m sorry…” And then, out of nowhere, she was crying. “Ibroke us too.” She remembered dropping to a crouch behind the counter when he entered the feedstore. Pressing herself behind the dumpster. She could still feel the cold metal and smell the rotting garbage. “You came back for me, but I was so stupid. I wish so badly things had turned out differently.”

“Sweetheart…” He kissed her tears. “Baby.” He kissed each cheek, the tip of her nose, her chin. “We were young.” His thumb swiped a tear. “But we’re here now. Don’t you see? We found our way back to each other. Elzy, baby, we get a second chance to make it right. Let’s do that, okay? Let’s make it right.”

A surge of happiness, gratitude, and affection came rushing in, and all she could do was nod. He kissed her gently this time, his hand cupping her neck in a light but possessive grip. Heat flared, and she arched her back.

“My Elzy.” His mouth made a slow path down her neck. “My beautiful, sexy, wild Calamity Jane.”

“I’m not that girl anymore.”

“I think, with me, maybe you can be.”

And that was when she decided to find out. Because when things broke, they healed stronger. And really, what other choice did she have?

She knew their chemistry was more than lust. It was more than the residual feelings of a first love.

She might’ve changed, grown,matured,but in the heart of her, shewasthe same girl. She’d just swaddled herself in layers of armor to protect herself from getting hurt again. And she hadn’t. But guess what? She hadn’t loved again either. She hadn’t experienced any highs, other than the birth of a niece or nephew, the achievement of scoring an impressive consulting job, or winning a permit from the town.

Those were all good, but they weren’t soul-satisfying.

And maybe being with Trevor would heal her. Make her whole again.

As he pressed a trail of kisses along her collarbone, she unbuttoned her flannel top. He spread it open, unwrapping his gift, his warm hands gliding up her stomach and gently covering her breasts. “Take off your granny pants.”

Laughing, she lifted her hips and slid them down. “They’re cute. My entire family has them. We wear them on Christmas Day.”

“If we were together, you wouldn’t wear anything on Christmas Day. Or any other day. I’d keep you naked.” His hands caressed her body, and he kissed a fiery trail down her torso until he reached the cove between her legs. His broad shoulders spread her wider, his hands slid under her bottom, and he raised her to his mouth.

And then, his tongue seared a path through her folds. Pleasure spread hot and electric through her body, and she released a sigh of pure contentment.

He reached for her breasts—because he knew how sensitive her nipples were, heremembered, and he’d always, always put her first. As delicious tension spiked, she cupped his head, pulling him closer, her hands fisting in his hair.

He devoured her, and she loved it.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips rocked, and desire streamed hot and urgent until she was crying out. Drenched in pleasure, she closed her eyes and planted her feet on either side of him. Her bottom lifted off the mattress, her neck arched, and she wasn’t sure how much more tension she could take. It was too good, the bliss so potent, so wild, it pushed her beyond anything she’d ever experienced.

This passionate, lusty man never let up. His tongue circled her clit, his fingers pinched her nipple, while his other hand gripped her ass. All of it coalesced into an explosion that shot her right out of her body and sent her soaring into a universe glittering with stars and drenched in euphoria.

One climax after another kept her floating, spinning, and deliriously joyful.

She came down slowly, her ass landing softly on the bed. Trevor kissed each inner thigh, then reared over her, grinning proudly.

“Settle down, Casanova,” she teased. But with her soft and unguarded, tenderness washed over her. And she cupped his cheek. “We were so good together.”

“Wearestill good together. There will never be anyone else. Tell me you understand that. It’s you and me, Elz. I don’t know how the world works. I don’t understand the metaphysics of how we’re connected or why. I only know you’re part of me. The best part.” He kissed her with a passion that left her mindless. His hand skimmed down her neck and caressed her breast. The rasp of his palm over her nipple had her squirming, a new tension building.

He shifted back and covered her breast with his hot, wet mouth. When his tongue flicked over her sensitive peak, her hips pitched up hard.

Rising over her again, he said, “I don’t have a condom.” He watched her intently, questioningly.

Delirious with need, she found it hard to think. She only knew the problem wasn’t on her end. “I’m on the pill.”

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