she took him in her mouth, she held his gaze, loving him the way she used to, only it felt different now, more intense.
“God, I’ve missed your mouth, baby.”
She smiled around his cock and did something incredible with her tongue along the head. Christ almighty. He sank back against the cold, wet tiles, moaning loudly. He tangled his hands in her wet hair, and it took all of his control not to drive his cock down her throat. But he let her set their pace. She took him deep and agonizingly slowly, sucking so hard he swore she’d suck the marrow from his bones.
“Jesus, Carls…”
A spark of victory shone in her eyes, and she withdrew his cock from her mouth, making a dramatic, and fucking-hot, show of stroking him with her hand as she dipped lower and licked his balls. She squeezed him tighter, worked him faster. He gritted his teeth against the fire throbbing through his veins.
“Fuck. I need you, baby.”
Hauling her up to her feet, he captured her mouth and lifted her into his arms. She sank down onto his shaft, tight as a vise. They both moaned, and he ground out “Fucking hell” as she said “Ohmygod.”
Their eyes locked, and in the space of a few silent seconds, a world of hopes and dreams for more were conveyed. Hopes he’d thought about a million times and pushed away a million more and dreams he’d never dared allow to consume him after he left her. But now his hopes and dreams clung to the ones in her eyes, daring to rise to the surface. He vowed never to push those dreams away again. As their mouths came together, they found their rhythm in love so all-consuming, and everything else fell away. There was only the two of them, the sounds of their lovemaking, the feel of finally coming home, the fusing of their hearts. Did she feel it, too, or was he alone in a fantasy that felt real?
She dragged her nails down his back, the titillating pain snapping him from his trance.
“Come with me,” she demanded, eliciting zings of electricity that had him thrusting faster, taking her deeper. “Ah, ah, ah!”
He’d never tire of hearing her needy sounds. Her nails cut into his flesh, the pain and pleasure sending lust coursing down his spine. He buried his face in her neck as her body clenched around him, drawing him closer to the edge with every pump of his hips. Her back hit the wall again, and they used it for leverage, catapulting them into a torrent of moans and pleas, thrusting, and grinding as their climaxes consumed them. The pleasure went on and on, until Zev was barely breathing, every thrust driven from his soul, bleeding him dry. Carly went boneless in his arms, their bodies jolting with aftershocks.
Zev closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her, her sweet sighs of satisfaction sailing into his ear. He kissed her lips, her cheek, and when her eyes opened, he wanted to burn the loving look in them into his mind so he could revel in it for hours.
“Zevy” slipped from her lips like a secret.
But there were no secrets left to unveil. There was only the truth that the love that had bound them together for so long, the love he didn’t know how to exist without, was still there. Neither one might be ready to address it yet, but it was as real as the water raining down on them.
He kissed her softly. “I know, babe. I feel it, too. I’m going to take my time bathing every inch of you, and then I’m going to carry you to my bed and get you dirty all over again, because we’re not done, Carly. We’ll never be done.”
A LONG WHILE later, they lay on their backs on a bed on the porch of the Peter Pan suite, their hands touching between them as they tried to catch their breath. Carly’s gaze moved beyond the sheers surrounding the bed Beau had built out of knotty wood and elegantly twisted iron to the rustic lanterns hanging from gnarled branches along the ceiling and the plants billowing out of giant pots, which gave the sleeping porch a jungle-like feel. The cool early-evening air brushed over their bodies, still damp from their lovemaking. Carly had seen all of the renovations Char and Beau had made, but the porch looked completely different—better, more romantic—with Zev lying next to her naked and sated.