home and inside before he caught up to me. I sped the entire way home and pulled into my drive, jumping out and running up to my door.
As if the gods were playing a trick on me, my key wouldn’t turn in the damn keyhole and then I couldn’t get it open. His brother’s truck pulled up fast as I struggled to get the damn door open.
“Fuck!” I shouted, slamming my hip into the door.
“Anna!” Robert shouted, running toward me.
“Go away,” I said, still struggling with the door.
He ran up the steps just as I slammed my hip against the door one more time and it swung open, catapulting me inside. Robert was right behind me, his hands on my hips as he caught me from flying to the ground. Then he was spinning me around and smashing his lips to mine. I struggled against him, pushing at him, wanting him away from me more than anything. I hated him. I hated what he did to me.
He pulled me tighter and kissed me harder. Memories of the two of us swirled in my mind, our walks together, him sneaking across the field in the middle of the night to sneak me out, laying under the stars with him…
I started kissing him back, slipping my tongue in his mouth as I threaded my fingers through his hair. He kicked the door shut and lifted me up, pulling my legs around his waist. He tore at the zipper on my dress, peeling it down my body as he continued to kiss me. I yanked at the buttons of his shirt, tearing at it until it opened for me. Something wild took over me and I needed him more than anything.
He carried me down the short hall to my bedroom and tossed me down on the bed. My dress was bunched around my waist and my heels were still firmly on my feet. He yanked off his shirt and tore his undershirt over his head. I stared at him as he stripped off his pants. He had a well defined upper body, muscular arms, and the most delicious line of hair that trailed down from his belly button down under his boxers. When he stripped off his underwear, my eyes practically popped out of my head. Had he always been that big? Had I missed it before?
He grabbed my ankle and yanked me forward, pulling my dress the rest of the way off, and then he was on top of me, kissing me hard. I felt him at my entrance and then he pushed inside in one violent thrust. I gasped, my eyes bulging as I took him in. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly as I tried to adjust to his size. Tears pricked my eyes as I took deep breaths.
“Anna?”
“Just give me a minute,” I croaked out. God, I hadn’t imagined it going like this. I hadn’t imagined this happening at all.
His hand cupped my face and he stared into my eyes. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, soothing the pain and ache I felt inside. And then he was moving, slowly thrusting his hips against me as he moved in and out of me. My eyes slid shut as I remembered what it felt like to be with him. This was so much better and so much worse in many ways.
He was more experienced now, but when I slept with him back then, I had loved him and trusted him. Everything felt different now. I was confused, and even though I wanted him, it was all wrong at the same time. But just as I was starting to think this was a really bad idea, he slid his lips across my cheek and whispered in my ear, “I still love you, Anna. I still need you.”
Something inside me shattered and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him in closer. I didn’t know what would happen in the future, but right now, this felt right, being in his arms again. It felt like all the years that passed suddenly didn’t matter. This was always where I was meant to be.
He laid down on top of me, thrusting in harder and harder as our slick bodies slid against each other. I felt him grinding against my clit, pushing me over the edge as he came shuttering with me. He pulled me tight against him and held me as he ran his fingers through my hair. My breathing