Page 42 of Deep Cover

He swallowed hard against the tightness in his throat. “Tell me to stop,” he grated out, “and I will.”

“Don’t.” She was already working the hem of his shirt, dragging it up and off. “Don’t stop, Reid.”

He grasped her wrists and whipped them over her head, pinning them to the wall at the same time he claimed her mouth. His cock shot to full mast in one hard surge of need as she parted her sweet lips for him.

He swept his tongue inside, tasting, seeking, questing, commanding. She returned his kiss stroke for stroke. When she began uttering those little noises that always used to drive him crazy, he picked her up and turned for the bed.

In two steps, his knees met it and he lay her down. Before she could pull him down too, he tore off her shirt, flicking open buttons the way he ran drills and strumming his fingers over her pebbled skin.

As he dipped his mouth to hers, she locked her thighs around his hips and rocked. With a growl, he ground his stiff cock into the V of her legs, already burning for her clenching heat.

Their kiss spiraled on and on as they each relearned the feel of the other and tested new limits. But some things hadn’t changed. The way she softened when he pulled her closer. Her soft sigh when he kissed the corner of her mouth. His name whispered against his lips, so different from anyone else saying it.

Six years disappeared in pieces.

For a few stolen minutes, there was no anger between them. No impossible future waiting outside this room. Just Caryssa in his arms, exactly where some part of him had always expected her to be.

He ripped his mouth free and stared into her eyes for two full heartbeats before he worked a path of kisses down her throat to her breasts. In a series of wiggles, she helped him divest her of her clothes, and he shucked off the rest of his too.

When he covered her body with his—skin to skin—they shared a gasp.

He claimed her mouth again at the same moment she hooked her ankles behind his back and pulled him right in.

In one hard glide, he sank balls-deep. The dark heat blooming at the base of his spine pulsed as a warning that if he didn’t slow things down, he was going to reach the peak too soon.

And if this was the last time he had the woman he loved—would always fucking love—it would be as damn close to perfect as he could make it.

Braced over her, he panted for control, forcing himself to still inside her.

She was having none of it. She rolled her hips upward, grinding her innermost point against the throbbing head of his cock.

With a groan, he buried his face against her neck, eyes pinched shut. “Baby. I want you so damn bad I can’t even breathe.”

“I want you too.” The tremor in her voice made his head snap up to meet her gaze.

Her eyes swam with so many things he didn’t know how to name. But the tension in his body eased enough to move, and he slowly churned his hips, gliding through her clenching walls.

“Reid!”

He ducked his head and took her mouth again as their bodies moved together with minds of their own.

Years apart had changed them. Hardened them in different ways. Built entire lives between the people they’d been and the people they were now.

But this hadn’t changed.

She still knew him. He still knew her. Every instinct that had once pulled them together was still there, refusing to accept what their minds already knew.

There was no easy way back to each other. Maybe there was no way back at all.

But neither of them could let go.

Not here. Not now.

For these few stolen minutes, they could stop fighting the one truth that had survived everything else.

They still belonged to each other.

He thrust inside her again, watching the pleasure ripple across her beautiful face. He took her hard and fast. Slow and steady. Barely moving, with their lips fused in an endless kiss.