Page 90 of Forgotten Desires

His lips are on mine in a second and then I’m pressed against the poster of the bed, his warm body against mine. We kiss and I’m lost to him, constantly warring with my emotions and losing.

How in the hell does he do this?

Why do I let him?

Oh, I know, because I’m still in love with the man.

I shove that thought down, refusing to think about it as his lips slide against the column of my neck. “Crew,” I sigh his name as he nips at my skin.

“I’m going to peel this dress off and taste you.”

Thank you, God.

He turns me, the cool metal of sliding the zipper down in contrast to the heat of his body. I shiver as his hands move from my back up over my shoulders, just brushing the skin at the top of my breasts. The sound of his breathing is heavy as my head falls against his chest and he cups me gently. His hand slips under my bra and he rubs my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I turn my head to him and he kisses me, then pushes the dress completely off and my head spins.

“Turn around,” he commands. I face him in just my black lace underwear and heels. “The last time we made love, I gave you control. Do you need that again, Brynn?”

My heart is pounding and I’m unsure what to say. I glance at the floor trying to decide whether that’s what I need. Is it control or do I trust him? I already know the answer, I do trust him, more than maybe I should, but being with Crew is like being home. He’s a feeling, a part of my soul that knows it’s found its other half.

I hate it because I know that half is going to leave at some point.

But my trust is his. It’s always been his.

He lifts my chin to look in my eyes. “Do you trust me to make you feel good?”

“Yes.”

Crew’s lips touch mine and we cling to each other as my emotions flood me and he drinks them in.

He pulls back. “Get on the bed, keep your heels on, and go all the way to the top.”

I do as he says, and he stands at the edge, looking at me with a heat in his eyes that could burn the hotel down. “Like this?” I ask.

“Just like that.” His hand moves to his belt and he removes it, tossing it to the floor. Then he unbuttons his pants and leaves them hanging on his hips. “I’ve had more fantasies of you like this. Waiting for me, wet and ready. Are you wet, baby?”

I nod, feeling flushed at the question.

“I bet you are. I bet right now your panties are drenched,” Crew says as he unzips his pants. “Open your legs.” Slowly I part my knees. “Pull your panties to the side, let me look at your wet cunt.”

My heart pounds against my chest, but I do as he asks. His eyes stay locked with mine and I wonder if he’s testing me, so I stay with him, in the moment, letting him know I’m completely fine with his bossiness.

The corner of his lip turns up. “Does this turn you on, Brynn? Do you like me being in charge?”

“Yes,” I confess.

“Good. Come here and take my pants off, but crawl to me.”

I get on my hands and knees on the bed and do as he says, crawling toward him. When I reach him, I place my hand on his chest and he lets out a low grumble. “Can I touch you?” I ask.

“Anywhere you want, baby.”

I run my hand down his hard chest, touching the moon there, then down his ribs. I kiss him softly while my fingers rest on the bee that’s tattooed there.

I feel him smile against my lips. “You like that?”

“I like that I’ve been here with you all this time,” I admit.

His hand threads into my hair, holding me against his mouth. Crew’s kiss grows more urgent and intense. I grip him tight, holding on and never wanting to let go.

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