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My nipples harden at the look in his eyes, one I know well.
“If we do this, we can’t go back,” Sutton says. “I won’t be a one-night stand to satisfy an itch.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Do you think one night would satisfy my itch? Was that ever how it was?”
His lips curve as he grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer. His hardness presses against my stomach as he captures my lips, less hesitant than I was a minute ago. His tongue sweeps against mine and I groan, wanting more. Desires and wants that were dormant flare back to life, a flame consuming me. The kiss becomes more heated as he presses me against the wall, his hand moving up to cup my breast.
The feel of his hands is both familiar and different. His hands are larger, more calloused from playing. He’s more confident in the way he’s touching me, more sure of the moves he’s making. My arms go around his neck to hold on as his other hand trails up my bare leg underneath my skirt.
My breath hitches as his finger traces over the edge of my panties.
“Hmm.” He pulls from the kiss and presses his forehead to mine. “I can feel how wet you are for me.”
I bite my lip and tilt my hips toward him, telling him what I want without saying a word. He kisses me again, a smile against my lips as he kneels in front of me. Heat pools low in my belly as he tugs my skirt down, letting it land at my feet. His gaze darkens more as he stares at the center of me. I should feel exposed but it’s Sutton.
His fingers reach underneath my panties as he presses a kiss to my thigh. When he removes my panties he settles my right leg over his shoulder, opening me up for him. “I’ve missed this,” he whispers before his tongue runs up my center.
My head falls back against the wall and I grip his shoulders, holding on as my legs go weak. His groan as he licks me makes me moan. His fingers tighten on my thighs, holding me in place as he nips and licks, bringing me closer to the edge. The scrape of his beard combined with the feel of his mouth on me has my legs shaking.
“That’s it, baby.” Sutton glances up at me, pupils dilated. He pushes a finger into me, curling it, and I give in. The orgasm rips through me. When he presses his mouth to me again, I pull on his shoulders.
“Sutton. I want you.” I pull on his hair.
He pulls back. “I only have a mattress here.”
“How is that different from the picnic blanket in high school? I’d say it’s a step up.”
His crooked grin arrows straight to my heart. “You’re right.” He stands and takes my hand, leading me through the kitchen and up the stairs to the master bedroom. I pull my shirt and bra off, not wanting to waste any more time.
“Take them off.” I order him.
He laughs softly as he pulls of his t-shirt and jeans, then pulls his boxer briefs off.
I suck in a breath at the sight of his naked, adult body. His shoulders are broader and lead to washboard abs and a tapered waist. There’s a tattoo on his hip and I move closer to see what it is.
My heartbeat pulses in my ears as my gaze shoot back to his. “When did you get this?”
“A year after I left. I wanted something that tied me to you.”
I trace a finger over the four-leaf clover on his hip. The muscles contract at my touch. “I don’t know what to say.”
He catches my fingers and brings them to his lips, pressing a kiss there. I melt, at the sight of him, at the sight of the tattoo. “You’ve always been my good-luck charm. I wanted to put it over my heart, but I was still a little angry then.”
“I’m sorry, Sutton.” I press a kiss to the base of his throat. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you either.” He shakes his head and puts his hands in my hair. The kiss is slow and languid, tugging at my heart as his fingers tug at my hair. He moves me back and helps me down onto the bed before covering my body with his own.
The feel of him over me is so achingly familiar that my eyes sting but I’m not going to ruin the moment by crying. He pushes into me and I arch back, the fullness of him stretching me in the best way. Our breaths mix, coming shorter as he moves his hips, pushing in and out slowly. He leans up on an elbow and squeezes my breast, pinching my nipple.
He groans as I tighten around his cock. “Fuck, yes.” He does it again and this time I’m the one moaning.
“Sutton,” I say his name as I lean up and bite his shoulder. “I’ve waited ten years for this.”
“So impatient.” He mocks me with a smile even as he thrusts harder. The rhythm he makes is perfect, the angle of his body making his cock rub against my clit. The orgasm hits me fast and hard and I rake my nails down his back to hold onto reality. “Yes, baby.”
His body jerks and shudders as he comes.
I catch my breath as he rests his forehead on my shoulder, both of us sweaty and resplendent. My body is happy but my soul is ecstatic. Sutton rolls onto his back as his chest heaves.
