Page 76 of Forgotten Desires

“Yes,” I moan loudly.

His finger brushes right under my breast. “More?”

“Yes.”

Then I shift, pulling my shirt up and off, tossing it to the side.

He kisses me again. I don’t know that I will ever tire of his lips on mine. The way he knows exactly how to move in tandem with me has my heart fluttering as if it could leave my chest.

“I want you so bad. I’ve dreamed of this,” he says between kisses.

“I didn’t want to want you,” I admit.

He smiles softly. “I’m really glad you do.”

My heart pounds so hard as he leans in a little, moving his finger from my throat down to my breasts. He traces a pattern from one side to the other, just faintly touching the area where the bra covers my nipple as goosebumps rise against my skin.

He moves back up to the straps, pulling them off my shoulders. “If you want me to stop at any point,” Crew says, staring into my eyes.

“I don’t.”

“Just tell me.”

That same offer he made ten years ago. All week we’d fooled around, kissed, he went down on me and vice versa. We touched and played, and he never pushed me for more than I could do.

One night I thought we were going to make love, but I panicked, and he just held me as I apologized.

He moves his hand to my back, unhooking my bra easily. He watches me, maybe waiting for me to stop him. I’m supposed to be seducing him, so I push up, pulling my bra free.

Still, he doesn’t look. His blue eyes are trained on mine.

“You’re sure?” he asks again.

“Touch me. Kiss me. Love me,” I say before pressing my hand to his cheek. “I want you.”

His hand moves to my breast, cupping it gently, then he pinches my nipple and I moan. My head falls back, and I focus on the fact that he’s touching me. Ten years of being without this, without him, and now I have it.

Crew’s head moves down my body, he takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, and my body tenses. Both my hands move to the back of his head, holding him there. It’s so damn good. So freaking good.

He moves to the other side, doing the same thing, but this time he bites down just a little.

“Crew,” I moan his name softly.

“You have to be quiet, Bee. Can you do that for me?”

I nod, remembering that we’re not alone.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now, I think I’d like to kiss somewhere else.”

I close my eyes, heat rushing to my cheeks. Crew is the only man who has ever done this to me. The only person who made me fall apart in a way I didn’t know was possible.

He kisses farther down my body, over my stomach to my jeans. “Look at me, Brynlee.”

I take a second to find my courage before fluttering open my eyelids.

“I don’t want you to hide or pretend this isn’t happening. I don’t want you to lock yourself up in your head. Watch me love you. Watch me make you feel good.”

My breathing grows ragged as I am filled with fear and something else that I can’t quite name.

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