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“This is Revival.” His face came closer, so close she could feel the heat of his body. His hand fell to her leg, burning her through her jeans. “You never answered my question.”
She licked her lips, and he tracked the movement. “What’s that?”
“Did you fuck yourself with your giant dildo and come for me?”
She shifted, tilting her body so she was closer, and tried not to moan. Griffin always had the dirtiest mouth, and nobody else had ever managed to pull it off like he did. She met his gaze. “I didn’t use that today.”
“No?” His palm slid up to curl around her hip. “Why not?”
She put her hand on his shoulder. “Silicone just wouldn’t do.”
His fingers tightened, squeezing hard. “But you did come, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered into the darkness, arching her body in offering.
He brushed his lips over hers, and it was like home. “Did you use your fingers?”
“Yes.” Her tongue swept over his bottom lip, and he groaned.
He scraped his teeth along her wet, swollen mouth. “Did you think about me?”
She curled her hand around his neck. “The entire time.”
He growled, and his mouth claimed hers.
It was nothing like she remembered. And everything she remembered.
It was better. Hotter.
His lips were hard, firm, and commanding. His tongue swept into her mouth, tangled with hers.
So good. Perfect. Just like Griffin.
Nobody kissed like him. Nobody’s hands felt the same way on her skin. She moaned, pulling him toward her, wanting him closer.
He wrapped one steely arm around her waist, while his other hand roamed.
He slanted his head, deepening the kiss, and she sank into him. Getting lost in the feel of his mouth and tongue. The scrape of his teeth as he nipped at her lip. She wanted him with near insanity.
The air thickened. Turned hotter.
Their mouths parted and came crashing together again. Practically fighting in an effort to get enough. An impossible task, because with him it was never enough.
His fingers snaked under the hem of her top, and he cupped her breast, his thumb stroking over the pebbled nipple.
She gasped, arched. Wanting more.
He rolled the hard bud between his thumb and forefinger, tugging until she cried out into his mouth.
With deft fingers he unclasped her bra, and then his hand was on her bare skin. Twisting and pulling and stroking.
Driving her out of her mind.
She walked a path down his chest, gathering the fabric of his shirt and raising it up. He did the same to her top, and then her breasts brushed against his bare skin and it was an electric shock to the system. Skin to skin after all this time. After all these years.
He ripped his mouth away and bit her neck. “Fuck, Darce. Do it again.”
She did, her nipples abrading his skin, raking over his.
