"Kara?"
"I'm fine.” There’s a slight panic in her voice and a flurry of movement beneath the quilt. “I think I was dreaming.”
I bite my lip. "You said my name.” I pause and the breath rushes out of me. "A few times.”
"Did I?" She whispers and a hint of mischief plays in her eyes. “Well maybe you should reconsider sleeping on the couch.”
"Kara." Her name is a groan and I already know I'm done fighting it.
I push open the door with my pulse pounding in my ears. She looks up at me all sleepy and filled with longing. Her cheeks are flushed with heat. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders. I move toward my bed. Kara doesn’t flinch. I reach her in two strides and she raises up to meet me.
“Rustin.” Her eyes shine with a mix of fear and want that hits me like a freight train.
Every last reason I shouldn't do this burns away. Her breath catches when I cup her face. My thumb brushes the corner of her mouth. She's warm and trembling. My heart thuds in my chest and every part of me comes to life again.
Our mouths collide and it’s a blur. Three years of longing and missed moments crackle between us. The regret and wanting crash together in a fit of grabbing and tugging. This isn't gentle. This is desperation and demand.
Kara is all I can see.
Her hands bury themselves in my hair as she pulls me closer. My body presses hers back onto the bed. She kisses like she'sdrowning and I'm air. When her tongue traces my bottom lip, I groan into her mouth, deepening the kiss until we're both gasping. I devour her like I'm starving and she's sustenance.
"Missed this," she breathes against my mouth. "Missed you so much."
"Kara," I growl. My hands map her curves through my shirt. I’m lost in relearning, remembering, and reclaiming what’s mine. "You have no idea what you do to me."
She rolls her hips against mine. When she feels how hard I am, she makes a sound of pure satisfaction. "I know exactly what I’m doing to you.”
I pull back to look at her, breathing hard and Kara puts a hand on my chest. I lean back and take her with me. When I lift her, her breath breaks against my neck. She fits perfectly against me. When she has to tilt her head back to meet my eyes something primal in me loves it.
My fingers find her waist, sliding beneath the hem of her shirt, memorizing the heat of her skin. She inhales sharply, her lips parting when I drag my hand higher.
"Rustin..." she breathes, and my name on her tongue nearly undoes me.
I press my forehead to hers, trying to ground myself before I lose every ounce of control. "Tell me to stop," I whisper.
She shakes her head. "Don't you dare."
My shirt comes off her in a single motion and falls to the floor like kindling. My hands are calloused and too rough for something so soft. But I memorize her curves with my palms anyway.
Firelight dances across her waist, her hips, and the sweet dip of her cleavage. When my thumb grazes her nipple, she arches into me. There’s no air left in the room now, it’s all thick electricity.
I run my fingers along her thighs, spreading them apart. Then I kneel between them and drag my tongue up, stopping just shy of where she needs me most. Her breath hitches. Kara wants more, but I take my time and worship her body.
"Please," she whispers.
I answer with my mouth.
Her taste floods my senses. She’s sweet and addictive. I trace her folds with my tongue and teasing her open until her hips start to move in time with me. When I slide a finger inside, she moans and the sound rips through me. It’s raw and unfiltered. She almost comes undone right there. Then I add another and curl them until she trembles.
"Rustin, I need you inside me."
"Say it again," I demand, my voice dark and commanding.
"I need you inside me. I've needed you for three years."
"Fuck, baby. You're going to ruin me."
"Good," she breathes.
