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Every rational thought screamed at me to step back. I’d spent ten years building walls around the part of me that had loved this woman, and here she was, demolishing them with nothing more than her laugh and the way she tucked her hair behind her ear—that same nervous habit that used to drive me wild.
I should leave this barn. Walk away before I did something stupid like tell her I’d never gotten over her. Before I admittedthat every woman I’d been with since was measured against a memory I couldn’t seem to shake … no matter how hard I tried.
But with her body pressed up against me—that ass I knew every inch of cradling my hips—instinct and physical desire was overriding logic.
“Oh god. The hayloft,” Eden whispered. “That’s where you?—”
“I know,” I said roughly, my hand splaying over her stomach, my pinky dipping under the hem of her shirt. The hayloft was where I’d first told her I loved her, where we’d spent hours planning our future.
One that never came to pass.
This barn held every dream I’d ever had about us.
“Do you remember …?”
“I remember everything about that summer.”
She turned in my arms, her face just inches from mine. “Jake,” she breathed.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I said, the words tumbling out of me against my better judgment. “I’ve tried, Eden. God knows I’ve tried. Told myself you were just some fantasy I’d built up over the years.” I dragged a hand through my hair, frustrated with myself for admitting it. “But every damn day, I want you more.”
Her eyes searched mine. “I want you, too.”
The kiss started tentatively, me testing the waters and giving her space to pull away. But she didn’t. She surged into me with what felt like years of unresolved want, her mouth hot and hungry against mine.
I backed her against the weathered barn wall, my hands roaming over the curves and valleys of a body I once knew by heart.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmured against her neck, even as my hands betrayed my words by pulling her closer. “Tell me this is crazy.”
“Itiscrazy,” she breathed, but her fingers were already working at my shirt buttons. “But don’t you dare stop.” She pushed my shirt off my shoulders.
My fingers played with the button of her jeans. “Can I?”
“Please. Yes.”
My fingers made quick work of her button and zipper, and I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and panties, sliding them down her hips to pool around her ankles, those boots I loved so much keeping me from stripping her completely. I nudged her legs as wide as they would go, sinking to my knees in front of her.
“Let me take care of you,” I whispered, looking up at her. “Like I used to.”
It wasn’t lost on me I was echoing those same damn words that’d made me come in my dream this morning.
Her breath caught, one hand reaching back to brace against the wall while the other found my hair, her fingers threading through it. Her gaze flicked over my face, searching, until she nodded.
I leaned forward and nuzzled into her pussy, the grassy scent of hay mixing with her familiar perfume. Eden gasped when my mouth made contact, her hips jolting forward. I braced her thighs in my hands, anchoring her as I licked into her, the flicks of my tongue slow and deliberate. She tasted exactly like I remembered—earthy, a little wild, and so sweet.
Her boot heels scraped softly against the floorboards as she adjusted her stance, her hand tangling in my hair, her grip tightening as I fucked her with my tongue.
“Jake,” she choked out, her voice shaking, her hips beginning to move in earnest.
“God, don’t stop,” she gasped, her hips grinding against my face.
She was right there. I could feel it—the way her thighs clenched, the breath catching in her throat, the raw urgency in her voice.
And then she broke.
Her body tensed, the cry that tore from her lips half-sob, half-moan as her legs clamped tight around my face. I held her steady, working her through it, kissing her gently until the tremors eased. She sagged against the wall, boneless and flushed, and I rose slowly, dragging my palms up the outside of her thighs, over her hips, until I was standing in front of her again.
I cupped her face in both hands and kissed her hard. Devoured her. I wanted her to taste herself on my lips. She opened for me with a soft whimper, and I licked my way inside her mouth, her tongue tangling with mine as she gripped my belt and yanked.
