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His tongue peeked out and slid along his lower lip as his heated gaze studied me.
“All right, but first, I want to undress you.” He moved down and pulled off my booties one at a time before pushing my legs apart, and I squeezed my eyes closed because it had been so long since anyone had touched me.
Since this man had touched me.
He unbuttoned my jeans before stopping on the zipper. “Open your eyes.”
My eyes sprung open, and I tried desperately to calm my breathing.
“Your eyes stay on me. If we get one night together, I want to see you. I want to watch as you come apart. I want to remember every fucking thing, and I want you to do the same.”
Damn. I forgot how demanding he was. I nodded as he pulled the zipper down painfully slowly. He tugged my jeans down but left my panties on and threw the denim on the floor with the rest of my clothing.
He stood over me, staring down, his eyes scanning my entire body as his fingers trailed between my breasts, over my stomach, and to the edge of my pink panties. I sucked in a breath, my entire body shaking with anticipation.
His eyes were hooded as his fingers slipped beneath the thin lace and dipped inside.
“You’re so fucking wet. So fucking ready.” He swiped along my most sensitive area before pulling his hand away, dipping his fingers into his mouth, and groaning. “So fucking sweet.”
I was ready to combust right there. I pushed forward and sat up, reaching for the button on his jeans. “Let’s see if you’re ready.”
This wickedly sexy grin spread across his face as he reached behind his back and tugged the sweater over his head. I pushed his zipper down while he used his feet to kick off his shoes, and I shoved his jeans along with his boxer briefs down in one aggressive move because I had no patience left.
His dick sprung free, and I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips.
He’d always been large and thick and impressive.
But it had been so long since I’d seen him. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and moved up and down a few times as my gaze traveled over his impressive abs before stopping at the ink on his chest.
I was a weird mix of overly emotional and ridiculously turned on. I pulled my hand away and traced my fingers over the writing that had so much meaning that he’d marked himself forever with it in beautiful script.
Presley.
Gracie.
June 23.
I pushed up on my knees as the mattress dipped low because I needed his mouth on mine right now. I tugged his head down and kissed him.
I kissed him for all that we had.
For all that we lost.
And for all that I wanted tonight to be.
He scooped me up, his mouth never losing contact with mine, as he crawled onto the bed and moved us back toward the headboard. We were both on our knees now, with his hand covering the side of my neck.
“I need to taste you. Right. Fucking. Now,” he growled.
“I need to taste you, too.”
He moved so fast that I barely processed what was happening. He was on his back, and his hands were on my hips. “I’m not waiting, so we’ll do it together. Sit on my face, beautiful.”
He shifted me so my back was to the headboard, settling me so that his mouth was exactly where I wanted it. A whoosh of air left my lungs as his tongue swiped along my center. I leaned forward, my hand wrapped around his erection, and I lowered my mouth over him. He groaned against my core, and I loved that I was having the same effect on him as he had on me. I lowered my head, taking him as deep as I could, while my hand stayed at the base as I moved up and down his engorged shaft. The sensation of his mouth on me was overwhelming.
But he gripped my hips and held me there as his tongue slipped inside, and I moved faster, circling the tip of his dick with my tongue before I slid back down and felt him in the back of my throat.
His hips bucked against me as we found our rhythm, and I tried to stop myself from the building need that was taking over.
