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“Put your hands on me, sunshine,” he ground out, eyes half-lidded as he gazed down at me. His hands remained at his sides.
There would be no passive sex here. No awkward fumble of clothes before simply lying back and passively enduring like I had for so many years. Dec wouldn’t touch me unless I was all in. Unless I chose this.
I lifted my hand and traced my finger down his chest, following the sprinkle of fine hair there, before I leaned forward to kiss his overheated skin. His body was unfamiliar yet not. Dec whispered my name, the sound broken and desperate. My lips curved into a smile against his skin. When had I ever felt like this before? Like I couldn’t quite inhale enough oxygen to keep the stars from dancing across my vision? Like nothing mattered but stripping off my clothes and making every inch of my skin touch every inch of his?
Dec’s fingers sifted through my hair before balling at the back of my skull and tugging my face up. His muscles were pulled tight, firmer than his rock-hard jaw. I gazed up at him with all the raw wanting I felt deep in my gut. He practically growled, pushing me down on the bed before covering me. His lips crashed down on mine and the world spun out of control. Tongues and teeth dueled for dominance. The weight of his torso wasn’t enough. The clawing in my gut wasn’t easing. I was desperate, needy, lost in a sea of sexual desire that hadn’t been sated in a string of long, lonely years.
Dec broke the kiss only long enough to strip my shirt over my head. His gaze immediately dropped to my breasts, heaving in their bra cups like a Victorian romance novel. He ducked his head and pulled down one of the lacy cups, his lips immediately latching on to my nipple. The suction, the rough laving of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth, had me writhing on the bed. My hips lifted of their own accord, seeking friction, seeking relief from the want that had taken over my brain.
His heat was gone in an instant. He stood next to the bed, his own chest heaving as he looked at me. I lay there as his hands went to his belt and he whipped the leather from the loops, a snap echoing off the bedroom walls.
“That’s fucking hot,” I drawled.
His grin lit up the room. His jeans were next, pushed over his hips and down his thighs, innate confidence in every move. His perfect erection bobbed as he kicked boots and jeans aside. He crawled back over me, hooking an arm under my back and dragging me further up the bed.
My mouth went dry and my hands went instantly to the hard length between us. Dec squeezed his eyes shut and paused, arms trembling as he held himself above me. When I stroked down and then up, marveling at the size and feel of him, his eyes popped open, hot and dangerous. With another growl, he pulled free, getting to work peeling my jean shorts and panties off my legs. I reached around and unclasped my bra, tossing it to the side. We were both finally naked. We drank each other in for a long moment before Dec lay beside me and trailed his hand up my thigh. How he could remain so calm when I was jumping with nerves and anticipation, I’d never know.
“You’re…gorgeous,” he whispered, his gaze following his roaming hand.
Goose bumps followed in his wake. My pale skin had taken on the slightest of tans being here in Florida. Freckles that had remained dormant in rainy San Francisco had darkened and multiplied. His fingertips traced each one, as if they were a roadmap permanently etched into my skin.
“Dec?” I asked quietly, needing something, but not sure what it was.
His hand stilled as he looked at me.
“I want to touch you.” I didn’t want this to be like other times, where I wasn’t the one in control. Where I was merely a body to be used. I wanted to take my pleasure, not hope to receive it. Active, not passive.
Dec rolled to his back, his arms held out wide. “Touch all you want, sunshine.”
I rolled to my knees, then straddled his thighs. I reveled in the way his eyes moved hungrily over me, as if he couldn’t decide what part of me they wanted to remain on. I felt infinitely beautiful under his gaze. I bent over his torso and kissed down the center of his chest before paying attention to each flat nipple with my tongue. My hair brushed across his chest as I wiggled down lower to his belly button and then to each hip where that ridge of muscle pointed to greater things below.
With a jingled warning from my charm bracelet, I got both hands wrapped around his erection. His answering hiss made me smile. So did the taste of him blooming on my tongue when I swiped across the tip of him. I played, experimenting with pressure and speed, tongue and mouth and hands until Dec was panting.
“Sunshine,” he ground out, his hands tightening in my hair. “I know I said touch all you want, but I’m dying here.”
I grinned, lips wet and swollen, feeling like a goddess for making this controlled man snap. Lifting onto my knees, I positioned him right where I wanted him, but Dec’s hands grabbed my hips to stop me.
“Wait. Protection,” he ground out.
I stilled, waiting for him to reach over to the bedside table and pull out a condom. I’d been on birth control for years, but after being married so long, I hadn’t even thought about protection. Dec took care of us and then winked.
“Carry on. You were doing such a perfect job.”
I rose up again, positioning him again but not gliding down. I liked the way Dec gritted his teeth, the muscle by his jaw jumping every time I swiped the tip of him up and down my center. When he lifted his gaze to glare at me, realizing I was teasing him now, I sent him a wink in return and sank down onto the first inch.
We both froze, releasing a sigh at the pure pleasure. On another inhale I sank down lower, acknowledging the fullness, the pleasure, the tight fit that had me panting with need. Why hadn’t I known I was missing out on this? It had never been like this…before. This was chaos, desperate need, an ache so fierce I wasn’t sure one time could placate.
Dec held my hips in a punishing grip, and when I nodded, he tilted his hips and thrust upward, connecting us fully. I slumped down over his chest, overwhelmed. He wrapped his arms around me.
“Sunshine?” he whispered as he kissed the top of my head.
“I’m good.” I was great. Fantastic. Never felt better in my sad little life.
And so Dec unleashed. His hips pistoned upward, over and over as he kept me pinned to his chest, a rhythm that stole my breath and took me somewhere beyond the Keys. There were flashes of color and animalistic noises that couldn’t possibly be coming from my throat. Burning lungs and skin slick with sweat. The world rolled and Dec was above me. Between me, over me, everywhere. I buried a series of whimpers in the pillow. His hand gripped my jaw and turned my face toward him.
“Look at me, Kenna. I need you to see me.”
There was hesitation on his face, a doubt buried somewhere in those deep eyes. He wouldn’t bring up my divorce when we were so intimately entangled, this I knew, but the question was still there. He wanted me to know exactly who I was with. As if there could be any doubt.
