still breathing hard as I climb over the bed to do as he asks, getting so hopelessly tangled in the bedsheets I almost slam into the door head first in my haste to open it. I’m in a hurry to escape the nightmare that was just a couple of seconds ago and enter the living dream. The one I thought was gone from me forever.
Cold night air envelops me whole, from my overheated face to my bare feet. It’s only then that I realize I didn’t wear anything to bed. The fire in his eyes is blazing, engulfing all of me, eating at the night’s coldness, chasing it away, and that’s my second clue. He’s grinning like all his dreams about this reunion and more just came true.
But on the wings of that realization comes the knowledge that if I give myself to him now, he’ll be gone again tomorrow morning. It’s a tried and tested knowledge on my part. More like a fact. And this time, he’ll be gone for good.
“Come in,” I say in my best off-putting voice, which somehow still sounds seductive and inviting. I don’t know what it is about this guy, but him wanting me this obviously, this completely, is so real, so pure, so different from the way any other guy in my life ever wanted me, that I want the same thing. With everything I am. Damn tomorrow. Right now is all there is, all that matters.
I step backward so he can enter, and he does, slamming the door shut without taking his eyes off me.
“Did you miss me this much?” he asks cockily as he advances.
I’m frozen to the spot by the lust and desire in his eyes, both so pure and burning hot, both just for me. A part of me is certain he’s never looked at any other woman like this, while another part is screaming at me to stop being such an idiot. It’s just lust.
“I thought you weren’t coming back, actually,” I say.
“What? And miss out on this?” His gaze takes in all of me, somehow growing even more blazing hot than it already was.
He’s earned it and I deserve it. Deserve to feel good. Deserve to bathe in the fires of passion his eyes promise, even if it’s just for one night. It’s been so long since I was treated well, since I’ve done exactly what I wanted and only what felt good.
“Come and take it then,” I say, turning up the heat up and up.
He wastes no time before closing the rest of the distance between us and pulling me into a kiss, one hand at the back of my neck, the other on the small of my back, but quickly traveling down to my ass as our lips meet and our tongues find each other in a shower of sparks so bright and so sweet I couldn’t have dreamed them any better. It’s like Christmas and Fourth of July come early, and my birthday and every other day when feeling good and having fun is the priority.
His lips travel down my neck, tickling and pinching, sending hard and strong flashes of desire all through my body, and especially my clit. I’ve been without a man for so long, my whole body is shaking in anticipation, in need. When his lips find my nipple, I moan so loud it’s almost a scream.
He grins up at me and does it again, before straightening up and guiding me to the bed. The tangled up sheets are still warm from my body’s heat and they’re about to get even hotter.
He takes off his jacket, letting it slide down his back and fall with a thud to the floor. His boots follow. And as much as I want to help him rip his clothes off, so I can have him inside me, I lean back on my elbows to enjoy the show. He shakes his head and grins like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. And gives me the show I’m expecting.
I left the bathroom light on and the door cracked so I wouldn’t have to sleep in total darkness, and now his body is bathed in amber light as it emerges. His chest and arms are as developed as I knew they would be from touch. And his abs are a shapely six-pack I felt under my fingers as I held onto his waist on the bike ride over here.
He unbuckles his belt slowly, and I can’t help sighing