Page 44 of Long Hard Fall

“You did the same thing before.” He licked a path to one hip and nipped it, causing her to flinch and moan. He straightened and she tipped her head back to meet his gaze.

She lifted her hands to undo his buttons, but he grasped them in his. “Let me,” he murmured. “I remember when I stripped you naked. You were spread out on the bed like a feast for the eyes. I want to feast again, Abbi.”

Her pink tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. “Yes.”

Yes. He could relive that night together for a long time and it’d never decrease his satisfaction. That night had blown his mind. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms. Her breasts were freed. The bra landed on the sweater.

It was his turn to lick his lips. He wanted a taste, but he’d wait until she was laid out before him.

Next off was her panties.

Finally. She was naked. In his house. In his bedroom. She crawled onto the bed and flipped to her back. Just what he’d asked for. She’d presented herself for him.

He loosened the top button of his shirt. “I remember what you tasted like. It’s kept me up at night since then. I want it again.”

Prowling up the bed until he loomed over her, he hesitated for a moment. What if this was making her uncomfortable? What if she started to feel like he’d taken advantage of her?

She cupped his face. “I woke up with a raw throat from crying out. I want that again.”

His worries washed away. It was one thing for him to yearn for another night with her, but to hear the same level of need in her voice was deeply gratifying. “You were a noisy one. I liked it.” He dropped a brief kiss to her lips. “You won’t forget my name after tonight.”

He settled his weight between her legs and trailed a path of kisses down her neck. He drew one nipple into his mouth, then quickly moved on to the other. Her satiny center called to him and he didn’t want to linger too long before he made her yell his name.

She squirmed under him, the heat from her core driving his own desire crazy. His cock pressed against his pants. He relished the discomfort, it kept him from rushing their time together. Soon he’d have her. But first…

Hitching her knees up and to the side, he noticed her fisting the covers of his bed. When he gauged her expression, he found desire, near desperation. He dipped his head down, found her clit. She rocked up.

She was as hot as he remembered, already wet for him. He’d probably stain his pants making himself wait before he finally sated himself with her body. But just like before, once wasn’t going to be enough.

She sucked in a breath and moaned, almost drawing too far away from him. He tugged her closer to lick a path from her swollen clit to her opening. When he speared her with his tongue, she bucked almost off the bed. He wanted to grin, but instead, circled the swollen nub, her body shaking with the impending release.

He rose to his knees, increasing the pressure.

“Cash!” Her knees rose higher as she tensed every muscle in her body.

He raised his gaze. She watched him. Her eyes bright, her mouth open with shallow breaths. The sight of him between her legs must be heightening her pleasure. Her body spread before him certainly did it for him.

Suddenly her body spasmed. She threw her head back, calling his name. He inserted a finger. She jerked again as her sex clamped around his digit. His name left her lips in another cry. Her body shook and shuddered until she went limp and he eased up. This was how he wanted her—completely his.

He rose to his knees and, one at a time, undid the buttons of his shirt. “Did that bring back any memories, honey?”

Did it ever. She’d remembered snippets of their night together, but he was meticulously stitching them into one cohesive memory. Although his room was way better than the dive of a motel they’d been in.

She’d just had a record-breaking climax, but the sight of him shrugging out of his shirt primed her for more. A dull throb settled in between her legs, not allowing her to fully descend from the peak.

He tossed his shirt, and muscles rippled along his torso as his biceps flexed. Her mouth watered. Would he let her have her way with him? Her gut said not for a while. He was seriously re-creating their first night together.

Down went his zipper and she strained to see his shaft, remembering the length had been impressive. His cock sprang free.

Oh yeah. His erection twitched under her attention.

She bit her lip and caught his eye. “At what point did I suck on you?”

Fire flared in his gaze. “Right after I rode you hard.” A slow, sexy grin spread along his face. “I have to admit, in case you don’t recall, the first time went kind of fast. You had me all worked up.”

“Mmm.” She reclined. He shoved his pants down to keep them out of the way. “Now, how did I do that when I’ve barely touched you?”

His gaze swept her body. “If you could see what I see, honey…”

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