lips, cutting off her protest before she can talk herself out of it. Whatever her objection is to us being together, her body doesn’t agree as is evident when I move to the spot between her legs.
We moan in pleasure together until she’s writhing against me. I need more, need to be deep inside her, losing myself to her.
“Ah, fuck.”
“What?” Her chest is rising and falling with the power of her breath.
I drop my forehead to her chest, kissing her breasts. “No condom.”
“I’m on the pill.”
My eyes dart to hers.
“After the…um…” She shakes her head, and I drop a soft kiss to her lips.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“As long as you’re clean.”
“I am.” I lick at her bottom lip. “I wouldn’t come near you if it was even a question. You know that, right?”
Her fingers dance through my hair. “Yes, I know that.”
We sink into the pleasure of each other’s lips, and she reaches between my legs to touch me over my shorts.
I hiss as the heat of her palm presses against me. “Missed those hands.”
“They missed you too.” She strokes me into a frenzy, and before I know it, I’m naked and crawling onto the massage table.
She welcomes me between her legs, and the second we make contact we both suck in a breath as her heat envelops me. I grit my teeth and edge in slowly, terrified of hurting her, and the sensation is beyond imaginable. Little by little we come together completely, her chest pressed to mine so much I can feel her heart pounding against my ribs.
I slide my arms beneath her back, my hands coming up behind her to grip her head. I ease out and in with intentional strokes, savoring every lick of pleasure she coaxes from me.
“Yes.” Her chin tilts to capture my lips, and I kiss her with the intensity of a man starved for a year.
Our movements turn feverish in an explosion of emotion from a year of being apart. This isn’t the slow connection I was hoping for, but we’re too lost in each other to go slow, giving in to the passion that burns hot between us. Her breath hitches with every thrust until she cries out so loud I cover her mouth with mine. She bites and sucks on my lips as I work her through her orgasm, only sending my own to crash in behind hers.
She locks her heels at the backs of my thighs as I ride out my release and nuzzle her neck to keep my own moans from carrying out of the room.
My head is light with euphoria that has more to do with the woman than it does the mind-blowing finish. “You’re perfect, everything…” Emotions pull me in every direction, and I drop my forehead to her neck. “I needed this.”
She sighs and releases her lock on my legs. “You needed…this.”
There’s a coolness in her voice that turns my blood to ice. I pull back and stare down at her, but she’s looking away.
My gut clenches and my chest aches. “What?”
She wiggles beneath me, and I push back to my knees so she can get up and off the table. “I made a mistake.”
“What?”
“I can’t do this.” She pulls her clothes off the floor and scurries behind a folding wall, hiding her naked body from me.
“Do what? Have sex?” My gut churns with anger. “Because it’s a little too late for that, sweetheart.”
Her breath hitches behind the thin paper divider, and I grit my teeth, wishing I could take it back. I scoop my shorts up off the floor and slide them on, searching for the right combination of words that will diffuse the explosion I feel coming.
She steps around the screen, fully dressed, smoothing her hair back into a ponytail. “That is exactly why…” She turns to face me and there’s fire in her glare. “You need to go.”
I stand firm and shake my head. “No way.”
Her jaw falls open, and she shoves her finger toward the door. “Go!”
“No.”
Her glare sharpens, and I could swear I hear a purr-like growl rumbling in her throat. “What are you doing?”
“I never should’ve listened to you when you told me to go.” I step into her space. “I’m not going to let you push me away again. Not now. Not ever.”
“You don’t get a say in what I do.”
“I do now.”
She stomps a foot, and if I weren’t so pissed, I’d laugh. “No, you don’t!”
“Have you not been listening? I am in love with you—”