Page 145 of Forgotten Desires

“Crew,” I whisper against his lips.

His tongue moves with mine and I could drown in him. We kiss deeper and I move my hand down his chest. Crew gentles the kiss, causing me to whimper.

“God, I want you so much,” he confesses.

“Please. Please don’t stop.”

“Brynlee.” My name sounds almost painful for him to say.

At my follow-up in a week, we should get the all clear, but I need something. I need to be close to him, to feel his body against mine. Not just cuddling, but . . . more.

“They never said we can’t fool around,” I remind him.

He smiles before kissing me again, and the hunger in his touch burns down to my toes. I push at his chest before taking his hand, leading him to our bedroom.

When we are inside, he kicks the door closed and then my face is cradled in his grasp, lips on mine again.

I move my hand back down his front, reaching for the waistband of his pants. I fumble at the button, but then it releases, and I slip my hand down, wrapping it around his erection as his pants fall to the floor. Crew breathes heavily, kissing me deeper as I start to stroke him.

He kicks the pants off and I work at pushing his underwear off. I want to feel him, all of him, without anything between us.

“I can’t wait for you to be inside of me again,” I tell him. “I miss us. I miss feeling you claim me.”

He pants harder. “You have no idea how much I want that.”

I’m pretty sure I do.

“Touch me, Crew.”

“I don’t think I could stop if I had to.” His hands move from my face, down my neck and shoulders, before he reaches lower to the hem of my sundress. “This is convenient.”

“Had I known this would’ve been the benefit, I would’ve worn one weeks ago.”

Slowly, he lifts it up, my arms rising to allow him the ability to remove it. I stand in just my underwear since my bra wasn’t necessary with the dress. “You are so damn beautiful.”

I’ve always struggled with self-confidence. Most girls do, but for me, it was deeper. I felt unworthy, unloved, and stupid. Right now, I don’t feel any of that, I just feel beautiful.

To him, my flaws don’t exist, or if they do, he loves me because of them.

Crew steps back and tosses his shirt on the floor. “Climb on the bed, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me. I don’t think you would know how.”

He shakes his head. “I’ve done it before, love, and I never want to feel that again.”

I move around to the side, paying attention to my incision site, which is fully healed. When I’m sitting, he climbs in beside me. I move to him, knowing that he’s never going to get on top, not when he worries about crushing me, moving me the wrong way. Hell, cuddling was an issue.

So, I’m going to have to lead this show.

Which is fine by me.

I straddle him and bring my lips to his. His fingers lace in my hair, holding me to him, as if I had any plans of moving.

His other hand moves to my breast, cupping it and rubbing his thumb back and forth against my nipple. I gasp and he groans when I rub myself against his erection, thankful I have my panties on or I would totally slip so he was inside me, where I want him most.

“Brynn,” he groans my name when I move against him again. “Fuck, baby, we can’t.”

“No, but I can imagine. I can dream about how it would be if I was completely naked, and you were buried inside of me.”

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