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A part of me knew this wasn’t the best idea, but another part of me didn’t care about common sense or years past.
I licked my dry lips, forced to slap a hand across my mouth when he swirled his tongue around my clit. The powerful rush of sensations was fueled by the intense longing I’d felt for years, a push and pull while trying to find a way to leave the past dead and buried.
Just the way he was touching me, his hands stroking my skin made me feel so alive. I could hear the heavy hammering of my heart in my ears, an explosive sound that was highly erotic.
He spread me wide open, burying his face into my wetness. Goosebumps appeared along my skin, prickles dancing as if for joy. I concentrated on every sound he made, the guttural grunts and groans indicating he was experiencing the same raw emotions.
Time had changed everything yet almost nothing. The closeness. The electricity. The need.
They were all the same.
I curled my fingers in his hair as he feasted, lolling my head to the side simply because it was too heavy to hold up any longer. My eyelids were half closed, the sweet lull of passion keeping me on a beautiful plateau.
“You’re drenched, baby,” he muttered.
I nodded even though he wasn’t watching, unable to speak or think. My teeth sank into my bottom lip as the vibrations increased. I was barely holding onto any sense of sanity, struggling to keep standing. I was almost desperate to touch him everywhere. Just to be able to run my fingers over his carved abs and structured muscles would be a dream come true.
My arms flailed as he lifted me off the floor, the switch in the angle allowing his tongue to drive in deeper.
“Oh, my God.” Blinking, I slapped one hand against the wall as the sensations became overwhelming. My usual pleasure was a kinky purple wand I kept nestled in my bedside drawer. But half the time I was too exhausted to bother. Or too sad and lonely. This was incredible, my mind blown by the feelings sweltering in my core.
As soon as he thrust several fingers inside, I lost it. Biting back a scream became impossible, the slow and steady moan escaping my mouth giving no illusion as to what we were doing.
Panting, my breath was as hot as his, my mind blown as the orgasm jetted through every muscle.
“That’s it, baby. Come again.” His voice was commanding, yet so seductive that I found myself following his orders without a second thought. Another climax blasted through me, the wave becoming more powerful than the one before.
I tossed my head from side to side, incapable of moving anything. Only as I started to come down from the intense high did he lower me to the floor.
His presence was powerful and as he stood, he used a single finger under my chin to roll my head face forward. “Look at me, Dani. Look into my eyes.”
They were hazy, but I did as he asked. There was such explosive emotion in his gorgeous green eyes, yet more sadness than I’d seen before.
He was sharing a part of his soul, the years structuring his mind and heart into something I wasn’t certain I recognized. Gone was the eager boy who wanted nothing more than to serve his country and make a strong statement in the world. In his place was a tough man who’d seen and experienced too much, and someone whose heart had been shattered.
A reluctant hero.
He rubbed his thumb across my lower lip, pulling it down as he took several deep breaths. I snagged the tip with my mouth, sucking until my actions brought another smile to his face.
With his head slowly shaking, he finally laughed off the moment of darkness. “You are such a bad girl. And all bad girls deserved to be fucked.”
“Mmm…”
My legs wrapped around his hips as he lifted me off the floor. With slow and easy steps, he took me to the bed, gently lowering me down onto the comforter. He brought his body down against mine as his gaze lingered. This wasn’t like when we were young enough to believe in forever love. He studied me more intently, taking a snapshot of the moment to remember in the future.
The back of his hand stroked my cheek before brushing down my arm. His cock was throbbing, the intense pulsing keeping my pussy on fire.
“So fucking beautiful. Look at who you became.” The sadness in his voice lingered and it pulled at my heart.
I brushed my fingers up and down his arm, tracing the lines on his tattoos. He chuckled when he noticed, even flexing one arm until I smiled.
“So strong. So masculine.” My tease was rewarded with another smile.
“All for you, baby.”
If only that were true.
Bending one leg, I rubbed it against his hip, marveling how I was able to keep my toes pointed.
