He knew what she desired. Just as she knew his every need.
But how?he marveled.Did we do this in Brazil?
“More,” she begged, her mind completely lost to whatever dream they’d once created here.
Or a fantasy, perhaps of her own conception.
Whatever it was, it tugged him under, drowning him in sensory memory and forcing him on a path down her abdomen to the boxers at her hips.
“You didn’t wear any panties that night, vixen.” He could picture it perfectly, the way her arousal had glistened freely for him to lick when he’d lifted the skirts of her dress.
He removed the boxers now, needing to see her, torememberthat night.
Her thighs spread for him, her pretty pink flesh just as beautiful as…
As earlier, he thought.Not that night. That didn’t happen.
Except this bed… her hair… her thighs spread just like this… he’d experienced it.
Once upon a time.
In some other life.
She sat up, her fingers going to his sweatpants. But in her mind, she was thinking about dress pants. Black to match his shirt and tie. The same color as his boxers beneath.
She pulled the fabric down, exposing him to her hungry gaze.
He couldn’t stop her.
He didn’t even try.
It just felt too right to demand they cease this madness now.
They both had to know. They had tore-createwhatever this was between them.
He sat down on the bed with his back against the headboard, aware of what came next as she straddled his thighs.
They’d made love just like this. To take the edge off. To begin their long weekend of fucking.
Hours. Days. Sometimes weeks.
His head throbbed with the onslaught of memories that weren’t his. Of thoughts that couldn’t be real.
And then he was inside her.
Deep. Wet.Tight.
Fuck, it was better than a fantasy. Their bodies fit in a harmony that shouldn’t be real. Moving sensuously in blissful passion.
She dictated the pace, but he met her thrust for thrust with his hips moving up off the bed to slam deeper inside her.
She cried out, his name a benediction in the air as he moved forward to let her wrap her legs around his lower back.
An intimate position.
Their chests pressed together.
Her arms encircling his neck.
