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“Yeah?” I wrap her ponytail around my hand and gently tug her head to the side. “How about this?” I lean in and brush my lips against her neck, finally tasting the salt of her skin after all this time. “That tickle too?”
She shivers against me. “What are you doing?”
“Inhaling you. You smell so good. Taste good too.” I kiss behind her ear. “I’ve missed you so much.”
She draws in a long shuddery breath. “I’ve missed you too.”
Every cell in my body demands I move the strap out of my way and kiss her shoulder.
But she finally admitted she’s missed me too.
I let go of her hair and wrap her in my arms like a little package. “Can I hold you for a while?”
Her hair tickles against my arm as she rests her check on my biceps. “I’d like that.”
My restraint only lasts for so long. Her familiar cherry-vanilla scent curls around me, stirring a blizzard of memories. “You feel good in my arms.” Right where you belong.
“Hmmm.” She sighs a contented little sound and rubs her hand from my wrist to my elbow. “I like being here,” she whispers, so softly I almost miss the words.
I dip down and kiss the crook of her neck again, stopping to lightly suck.
Her body shivers and trembles in my arms.
“Griff.” It’s not quite a protest or an invitation to do more.
“Tell me what you want.”
She presses against me harder, tilting her head and exposing more of her neck.
Now that feels like an invitation.
I slide my tongue along the side of her neck, and gently graze my teeth against her earlobe.
The soft swell of her breast barely hidden by her tank top teases and tempts me until I can’t resist. I slide my hand over her shoulder and cup her breast through her top.
She gasps and turns slightly, giving me better access. Her nipple is sharp against my thumb, and I stop to stroke it with my fingers. She gasps and arches into my touch. So sensitive. I’ll never get over how she responds to the lightest of touches.
“Are you cold?” I kiss her temple.
“A little.” Her body shudders. “It’s okay.”
The flimsy tank top gaps, giving me room to slip my fingers underneath. Molly lets out a moan as my rough hand palms her breast again. I want my mouth on her so fucking bad it hurts.
“Come here.” This angle and location are too awkward. I need her like I need oxygen. After all this time away from her, furtive gropes in the dark won’t cut it.
She turns quickly and lifts herself off the step, then resettles herself in my lap, facing me.
Much better.
I brace myself with one hand behind me. “What’re you doing, Muffin?”
She places her palm in the center of my chest. “Warming up. You’re like a furnace.” She drops her gaze, staring at my pecs, then lower. “A beautifully sculpted furnace.”
I’m warm all right. Feverishly fucking warm from having her so close. “I don’t know about that. I haven’t done jack shit in weeks. I’m gettin’ all soft.”
Her hand drifts lower, tickling over my abs. “Definitely not soft.”
“Keep moving a few inches south and see how hard I am.”
