and gigantic—”
She clapped a hand over my mouth to stop the words. “Shut up and kiss me.”
Don’t mind if I do. And then I was on her. Lifting her up, her legs wrapped around my waist, and the skirt of her dress bunched around her hips. I slammed her back against the wall by the front door and her lips parted on a gasp. I traced them with my tongue before sliding inside and kissed her like I was a drowning man and she was the air I needed to breathe. She clung to me, her hands squeezing my shoulders, legs tightly cinched around me, like she was afraid I’d disappear if she didn’t hang on.
My lips found her neck and I rocked my hips, grinding against her. “I could fuck you right here against the wall.”
“Do it,” she said, a challenge in her voice that I knew so well.
Instead, I turned us around and headed for her bedroom, feeling my way in the dark while her hands gripped my hair and her teeth grazed their way down my neck. Ravenous. Greedy. Ready to devour me. I heard her shoes hit the hardwood floor with a thud in the hallway before I kicked open the door to her bedroom and laid her down on top of her bed. “Are you sure?”
In response, she lifted her dress over her head and threw it off to the side, leaving her only in a strip of black lace, affording me a view of her naked body. Her hips were fuller, breasts larger but no less perfect than the last time I’d seen her.
“Jesus, Rebel.”
Hooking my fingers in the sides of her lacy underwear, I pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. When I leaned down to suck her nipple, I saw the tattoo. A flower inked on her ribs just below her left breast. My fingers brushed over her skin, coasting up to the edge of one of the delicate petals. “When did you do this?”
“On December twenty-second. Six months after you left me.”
One year after we lost the baby. An anniversary she’d chosen to commemorate by having her skin permanently marked.
“What does it mean?” I asked, lightly tracing the design with my fingertips, causing goosebumps to raise on her skin. I used to know every inch of her silky soft skin. Had touched it, kissed it, licked it, but now her body was uncharted territory, something I had to rediscover and reacquaint myself with.
“It’s a lotus flower. It stands for peace, love, and eternity.” She pushed herself up on her elbows and gnawed on her lip while I contemplated the meaning behind the tattoo. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” And I love you.
She deserved to be worshiped. To be loved wholly and unequivocally. I dropped to my knees in front of her and ran my hands up her thighs, my lips trailing to the crease of her leg. Keeping her legs pinned to the bed with my arms, I parted her lips with my thumbs, exposing the pink that glistened with her arousal.
“Tell me you want me, Lila.” I lifted my head and met her gaze in the silvery moonlight, seeking her permission.
“Yes,” she breathed, writhing below me. “I want you. I want this.”
With my eyes locked on hers, I dipped forward to take the first taste of something I’d been denied for too long, of something that had always been mine. One shallow lick brushed her clit, and as soon as my tongue made contact, she bucked her hips against my face and moaned.
“More,” she said.
Putting a hand on each knee, I pressed them flat to the bed so she was wide open to me, completely exposed. Then I sucked and bit her swollen clit, and flattened my tongue, licking her tight bundle of nerves to her even tighter hole and everywhere in between. Slit to crack. Fuck. She was so warm and soft and wet, and she tasted every bit as sweet as I remembered.
“Oh my God,” she panted, fisting the sheets in her hands, her thighs trembling.
I fucked her with my mouth, and she screamed out my name, the sound shooting straight to my throbbing cock as she clenched around my tongue and dug her fingers into my scalp. I gave her a few shallow licks with my flattened tongue to bring her down from the orgasm then kissed the inside of her thigh.
She pushed herself up on the mattress and reached for me, her fingers