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breasts, my thumbs helping themselves to the cliché swipe across her nipples. But I had to. I had to feel her body shiver. I had to taste her mouth as she gasped into mine.

I broke the kiss and bent my knees, now needing to taste her breasts.

One at a time, I slowly rubbed my lips against her pebbled nipples. Making circles around her rose-pink skin, taking in a deep breath to never forget the smell of her body. I opened my mouth and welcomed her left breast, engulfing her with speed and purpose. I allowed my hands to move to her back as I pressed against the front of her body to move her down to the bed.

We had tried a slow, seductive type of strip tease.

Her back to me. One piece of clothing at a time.

Mark my words, I would make love to Emily someday very soon.

But tonight was about all the years between us. All the memories that never occurred. All the fantasies that cost us both happiness.

All the mistakes we both made…

I pulled away from her breast with a wet pop sound and she fell to the bed.

Her hands reached forward and pulled at the top of my boxers.

When my cock was finally set free, I made fists and ground my teeth.

I was so fucking hard, I felt like I was going to explode already.

“Oh, fuck, Liam,” she said, which was all the validation I’d ever need in life.

Not that I ever asked for any, but that reaction…

Her right hand touched under my cock, fingertips sliding up as though she were admiring a chiseled statue at a museum. Here there were no DO NOT TOUCH signs anymore.

I put my pointer and middle fingers of my right hand to her chin and lifted her gaze.

“My eyes are up here, Em,” I said with a smile.

“And my mouth is right here,” she replied without missing a beat.

She leaned forward and kissed the bulbous head of my cock.

I sucked in a breath.

Her lips parted and the warmth of her mouth began to engulf me.

I couldn’t stop myself from watching, knowing it was only adding to the temptation to come. To fill her mouth with my warm, salty release, proving to her that she was beautiful, perfect, and capable of turning me into the kind of man that comes in seconds.

I found self-control.

Emily’s lips moved halfway down my cock before she eased back and away.

Those once innocent looking lips came forward again and I stepped back.

“No, Em,” I said. “I have to feel you.”

I reached down and grabbed her by the hips.

My mouth kissed hers again.

She let out a whimpering gasp, surprised I was kissing her considering where her mouth had just been.

I didn’t care.

I needed to kiss her.

Years… and years… and years…

My hands sought her ass and I lifted her off the bed only to carry her to the top of it.

We kissed like the room was on fire with no escape.

The only real fire was between her legs.

I brushed my fingertips there just to feel her.

I spread her soft folds open, touching her throbbing core, and slid up to press against her clit.

The word perfect ran through my head too many times. And the word wasn’t good enough. Emily wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and thrust her hips, grinding her sweet center to my fingers.

She was beyond ready by then.

Her climax palpable, seconds away from occurring.

As tempting as it was to feel her come on my fingertips, I wanted more.

I was greedy.

And judging by the slickness coating my fingers, so was Emily.

I broke the kiss and put my forehead to hers.

Our moment had finally come.

I eased my cock down between her legs.

Moving like some cheesy, slow-motion scene in a movie.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “I need you, Em.”

“I’m right here,” she said back.

I kissed her as I sank into her.

She cried out into my mouth while kissing me.

We had to keep kissing.

Her body was perfect.

My hands and mouth took turns touching and kissing.

My cock fucked her the way I had been wanting to for such a long time.

And with each thrust, I fell more and more in love with her.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Emily

What the fuck did you do?

I leaned against the counter with the morning sun filling the apartment.

My apartment faced east, so I got all of the sunrise and the free light until it moved to another part of the building.

The sun’s rays were powerful, shining bright enough so that I could see dust particles floating in the