But even through the pain, she’s still the most gorgeous girl in the world to me.
She tries to turn away, wanting to shield herself from my gaze, but I stop her.
“Don’t,” I tell her. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me. You’re beautiful.”
I turn her so she lays on her back and I hover over her, kissing each scar like they’re sacred—like I can take away her pain with my touch. She gasps when my mouth brushes against her skin and I feel her fingers threading into my hair and her thighs starting to shift restlessly beneath me.
I take my time with her, wanting to savor every moment of this.
I kiss down her stomach, each hip, and then at the top of the waistband of her sweatpants. When I slide them down her legs, I trail kisses across her thighs like I’m trying to memorize them—because I am.
She trembles underneath me, already breathless.
“I’ve dreamt about this,” I confess, my voice hoarse. “So many fucking times since I got you back. Having you shaking underneath me like this. Hearing the sweet sounds you make when I fuck you with my tongue. Watching you lose control.”
I finally bury my face between her thighs and I feel her tense at the connection.
“Grayson,” she whispers, desire dripping from her voice. “I don’t want you to hold back. I want to feel all of you.”
Her words light me up like a match catching fire.
I grip her thighs and spread her open further, her hips immediately lifting to meet my mouth, like her body’s been waiting for me just as long as I’ve been waiting for her. I groan the second I taste her. It’s like sunshine, honey and everything good in the world all over my tongue. She cries out my name when I suck her clit between my teeth, and her back arches perfectly as she grips onto the sheets for some form of stability.
“Grayson—oh, my God, don’t stop—”
“I’m not stopping, baby,” I growl, licking into her like it’s the only thing I’m made to do while I use a finger to put pressure on her favorite spot inside her. “Not until you fall apart for me. Come on my tongue, sweetheart. I want to taste you while you come apart.”
My words send her over the edge. With a strangled moan and my name still on her lips, she unravels, shaking against my mouth as I hold her through it, possessive and reverent.
When I finally crawl back up her body and slide into her—slow, deep, and completely consuming her—I feel her tense and pulse around me like a damn heartbeat.
My body stills and I drop my head, trembling a little as I try to breathe through the intensity of being inside her for the first time in so long. Through the way she stretches around me, allowing me to fit perfectly as though I’m made for her. Through the overwhelming rush of finally being home.
She puts her hands on either side of my face and forces me to look her in the eyes.
“You okay?” she whispers, tracing my cheekbone with one of her thumbs.
“I should be asking you that,” I say, letting out a sound somewhere between a groan and a laugh. “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”
I press a shaky kiss to her lips, then her jaw, then her neck as I bury myself even deeper.
“You’re everything,” I murmur, the words falling out of my mouth ragged and low as my hips begin to slowly thrust into her. “You’re fucking everything, Mia.”
I’ll never get tired of hearing her scream my name as she cries out for me again, clinging to my shoulders as I find the perfect rhythm, grinding into her with the kind of purpose fueled by six weeks of built-up need and longing for the one person who makes my whole world turn.
Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me further into her, ankles locking behind my back—and I give her everything I have. Every ounce of tension. Every beat of my fucking heart.
“I missed this so damn much,” she moans, breath hitching as I shift my angle and hit the one spot that always makes her cry out. “I missed you.”
“I’m right here, baby,” I promise, keeping my body in measured control even though every ounce of me is screaming to let go. “I’m not going anywhere, not ever again. You hear me?”
She nods and pulls my face down until our foreheads are touching and our mouths are brushing as we breathe the same air—gasping, trembling, and unraveling together.
I roll into her as hard and deep as I can, dragging a broken moan from her throat. Her body clenches around me, and I know she’s close now—the way her nails bite into my back and the way she whimpers tells me everything I need to know.
“Grayson—I’m so—”
“I’ve got you,” I whisper next to her ear. “I’ve always got you, sweetheart. Now come for me, right here. I need to feel it.”
