“Since you showed back up here,” I said before realizing that was wrong. “Since the moment you broke my heart last summer. I couldn’t …”
“What was that?”
“I couldn’t get you out of my head,” I finally admitted. “Ever.”
It was the sort of romantic madness that drove people to make big declarations. The kind of insanity that caused someone like me to curse the person that had driven them off the edge, so desperately wanting to see the beautiful possibility of what could’ve been once more.
And here we were.
“Best you ever had in bed?”
“Just you,” I whispered, gasping an octave higher as I wriggled against his hand when it found the most sensitive spot, slowly circling as he kissed and licked down my body.
Goddess, he was good. It was all so good.
Our bodies, like the first time, felt like they had been carved specifically to line up together. A little awkward, a little perfect, I pulled him against me, holding him tight, only for him to flash a devilish grin up toward me the lower he went until he threw my knees over his shoulders. We fit just perfectly like that too.
“Just you too, Ana,” he hummed against my skin like an oath before he ducked down and swept up my center.
I cried out as fingers parted me open for him to view.
He groaned as he had his first taste, shaking his head as he breathed me in.
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t know how I could’ve gone this long. You taste like …”
“Like what?”
“Like you were meant for me,” growled Dom.
I was,I wanted to say.I always was.
Though, of course, that wasn’t always the case. He had said so. He had told me straight to my face that I was broken and unable to be in a relationship with him. Or he couldn’t be in one with me. All of that, however, seemed so inconsequential when he knelt between my thighs and worshipped me and every higher power that had pieced me together with and without his help.
In all my fantasies and dreams of Dom coming back and knocking on my door before falling on his knees and asking for forgiveness, nothing could’ve prepared me for this.
He lapped at me as I whimpered. I was the one begging as he brought me higher and higher. My hands fisted in his hair and in the mussed sheets, and he only laughed as I struggled for more. I never wanted this to end.
“You’re so beautiful and sexy, baby,” he murmured into me, spurring me on. “So good.”
Dom continued to lick and tease me through my orgasm, his own body thrusting into the mattress while I quivered. It felt like the sensation went on forever. It had been so long since someone had touched me. Yet one choked gasp at a time, I came back down. The air in my lungs filled and released, fast and even. When he lifted his head to meet my watering eyes, I wasn’t sure if I was crying. Maybe I was. Either way, I didn’t care. There were more important things right now. That included his tongue that swiped over his lips, as if needing one more taste of me.
“Did you?” I asked. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.
He laughed, bright and full of joy. “You make me a fool of myself, Sparkles. What can I say?”
“I need you,” I pleaded.
I tugged on his pants. They were already unbuttoned, and his hard length was pressed with a spot of wetness against his underwear. The sight alone was enough to make me moan. I pulled again, watching him shake with his own need until he was nearly lying on top of me.
“I need you right now.”
He shook his head though, chuckling as he breathed me in. He inhaled long and deep. In and out.
Dom burrowed his nose in the crook of my neck as he gasped and kissed me again. I tasted myself on his lips and stared up at him, unsure of what came next. But he already had that figured out.
“Not right now. I need to stay right here, Ana. Right here for right now,” he said, senseless. “Just let me hold you.”
