liked to be on top, in control, taking him as hard and fast, or as slow and languid, as she pleased.
They’d once wrestled over who got the top spot. He hadn’t liked to lose control of their lovemaking any more than she had. But he was willing to relinquish control now…their first time together after so many empty months. He was handing the reins to her. It was a gift.
He’d remembered.
Her chest went all hot and squishy.
Brushing the hair off her cheeks, he framed her face with his big hands and held her eyes. “Of course I remember, babe. I remember everything about you. About us. That’s what made the past two years so hard.”
If her heart melted anymore, it was going to run right out of her chest.
“I’m sorry.” She’d wasted so much time. If she’d gone to him immediately after Mitch had showed up with his threats—
“Don’t be.” His blue eyes went laser hot. “We’re together now. That’s all that matters. And I’m never letting you go again.”
Which was fine with her.
He didn’t wait for her response, simply leaned forward and took her mouth. Her lips parted beneath his and welcomed his tongue. The kiss turned frantic within seconds.
She reared up to strip his shirt over his head, blindsided by her body’s urgent demand to feel his hard, hot chest and thickly muscled shoulders beneath her hands. To ground herself in his hardness and heat. He must have felt the same need because her shirt and bra quickly followed his shirt to the floor.
Cupping her breasts, he rubbed the tight nipples with his thumbs. “Lean down, babe. I’ve been fantasizing about how good you taste for too damn long. Time for the real deal.”
Sounded good to her. Bracing her palms against his sculpted shoulders, she leaned down, whimpering as his mouth closed over her entire breast and suckled.
While he sucked hard on the one breast, the fingers of his right hand gently squeezed and stroked the other. The feel of those callused hands scraping her sensitive flesh prompted a flood between her legs, and she squirmed against him, desperate to relieve the throbbing pressure.
“You taste even better than I remembered.” He lifted his head from her breast long enough to rasp before taking her nipple between his teeth and bearing down with exquisite gentleness.
She choked back a scream as sizzles and tingles and shivers erupted up and down her body. When his hand left her breast and worked its way beneath her yoga pants to zero in on the soaked flesh beneath her thighs, she forgot how to breathe. She went still, breathless, waiting, urging those sandpapery fingers to get to work where she needed them most.
At the first stroke of his finger across her clit, she writhed against him, an avalanche of quicksilver sensations racing through her. Apparently he wasn’t the only one whose control was hanging by a frayed thread. Which he must have realized too. His hand withdrew from between her legs.
“Jesus, babe, hang on. We’re doing this together.” His voice was rough, filled with grim determination.
Urgent hands grabbed the waistband of her pants and wrestled them down her legs. Her underwear followed.
“Lift.” His voice sounded gritty…urgent…desperate.
She pushed herself up with her knees, waited impatiently for him to unbutton and unzip his jeans, and took his rigid penis in hand. Pre-come was already sliding down the bulbous head. She spread it further with one quick pump of her palm, then leaned over to take his stifled groan into her mouth. As she positioned the head of his penis at her core and bore down to take him inside, he tore his mouth from hers.
His hands shifted up, grasped her butt, and prevented the slide down to join their bodies.
“Condom.” His reminder came out on a tortured groan.
She froze in his hands, the tip of his penis nudging her core. She didn’t want anything between them, anything keeping them apart. Not even a thin sheath of latex. Not this time.
“I want to feel you. All of you, inside of me,” she said, watching his eyes flare like blue fire and his face harden.
He groaned, his hands tightening over her butt until she knew she’d be bruised come morning. “And if I get you pregnant?”
A flash of a sandy-haired, blue-eyed little boy shot across her mind. “I’ve always wanted kids.”
With him, at least. The question for her was a no brainer. But—a niggle of uncertainty slid through her. It wasn’t fair to make this choice on her