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“We’ll pretend you didn’t just cry out my name while you rocked yourself against my cock and I fucked your mouth with my tongue? Is that what you’re referring to?”
“Oh my gosh,” I said, fanning my face. “You haven’t lost your dirty mouth, have you?”
“I’ve never used it on anyone but you, so consider yourself the lucky one.” He smirked and then nipped at my mouth when I started to talk. “I’m not done.”
My eyes widened when he pulled back.
“We’re giving ourselves tonight because one night can’t do that much harm. We’ll get whatever this is out of our system, and then we’ll go back to being friends until you leave.”
“Okay. That works for me.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice softer now. His hand settled on the side of my neck, and his thumb traced along my jaw. “I don’t want to make it hard for you to leave. I know you’ve worked really hard, and believe it or not, your happiness has always been more important to me than my own, even if that seems unbelievable after some of the things I did. But I always thought I was doing what was best for you.”
“I believe that. I promise that if you rock my world tonight, I’ll still go back to my kick-ass job in New York. You aren’t derailing any dreams by giving me pleasure that I’m in desperate need of.”
“Ravens were always meant to fly. I’d never want to clip your wings.”
“My wings are firmly intact. It’s my vagina that’s slowly been dying all these years.” I chuckled. “Now, stop getting all sappy and have your way with me.”
His heated gaze locked with mine, and before I could process what was happening, he was on his feet with me in his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he leaned forward and turned off the firepit before one hand moved to my ass and the other rested on my cheek.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He carried me inside and down the hallway before he dropped me onto a very comfortable bed. I glanced around the space, which was very fitting.
Very Cage Reynolds.
It was dark and moody. Gray bedding that was notably soft, and a black modern light fixture hung overhead, providing dim lighting that set the mood perfectly.
Although my body was currently on fire, it wouldn’t take much to set the mood.
Nothing would calm down this building anticipation that I was finally going to be with this man again. The one I’d thought about every day for six years.
“Do you know how many times I thought about you being in this bed? Dreamt about it so many fucking times,” he said, his voice painfully sexy as he reached for my sweater and pulled me forward so he could tug it off of me and toss it onto the floor.
“Tell me,” I whispered as he laid me back on the bed, and his mouth came over the pink, lacy bra covering my breast. His tongue flicked at my nipple, which was painfully hard, before he pulled the lace to the side and blew lightly, causing an embarrassing groan to escape my lips.
“I’ve thought about it a lot. In the shower. In bed at night. And every fucking second since you arrived back in town.” He reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra before tossing it on the floor. “I love your fucking body. Every goddamn inch of it.”
His fingers trailed down my stomach as his tongue swirled around my breast, circling my nipple, and the sensation was overwhelming. He switched sides and chuckled against my skin when I squirmed beneath him.
“Stop torturing me,” I said, tugging at his hair and pulling him up so I could look at him.
“Is someone anxious, even though you’ve already come once just a few minutes ago? You always were a greedy girl.”
“Are you not anxious?” I asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how desperate I was. He was the man, after all. Shouldn’t he be in a hurry?
He studied me for a few seconds before reaching for my hand, placing it over his erection, and running my hand up and down its length.
Jesus.
It was like running my hand up and down a baseball bat.
Large and thick and hard.
“I’m anxious, but I want to savor every minute I get to have with you. I want to taste you and touch you and make you come so many times that it will keep me going for another decade without you.”
Oh. My. God.
“Great freaking answer,” I said as I continued to stroke him over his jeans. “But I want to do the same to you. So how about you start taking some clothing off.”
