He grins up at me, pulling me closer to his waiting mouth. “Maybe.” He leans up, running the tip of his tongue through my center. “I always wanted to try this with you, you know.”
I settle myself over him, finding a comfortable position, gasping as Nick’s tongue slides over my clit. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
He pulls away, and I groan at the loss. “I guess I always thought we would have plenty of time.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, tugging my hips down to him. His mouth—always so skilled—works over me, licking, sucking, until I’m writhing over him. I have to grab on to the headboard just to keep myself upright. Nick’s hands grab my ass, dragging me closer as he devours me.
The orgasm doesn’t build, it barrels into me, almost knocking me over. My muscles tighten and lock, and the cry that escapes me is guttural. I don’t know how I manage to keep myself upright as the waves of release threaten to pull me under. But Nick keeps a tight hold on me, wringing every single drop of pleasure from me before placing a single light kiss on my clit.
I hover over him for a second, unsure I can make any of my limbs work. “Holy shit.”
He grins proudly. He’s earned it. “Good?”
“If your goal was to ruin me for other partners, I’d say mission accomplished.”
He wraps his arms around me and flips me over in one slick move. “Good.”
“Why do you still have pants on?”
He laughs and shimmies out of them, giving me my first good look at him in five years. Nick always had a perfect cock, and I’m happy to report he still does.
He hops out of bed and disappears into the bathroom, coming back with a condom in hand.
“May I?” I take the packet from him, stroking him a few times before ripping open the condom and rolling it over him.
“You sure about this?” There’s so much self-doubt layered in his question it breaks my heart a little.
“So sure. The most sure.” I cup his cheek in my hand. He hasn’t shaved in the days since we’ve been stuck here and his stubble scratches at my palm.
He turns his head, kissing my palm before pushing into me, slowly. So slowly I think I might die. But then he’s fully seated inside of me, his forehead pressed against mine.
I lean up, reaching for his lips, and his kiss is just as slow as his thrusts. I can still taste myself on him, and despite the frantic, deliciously dirty act that just got me off, Nick fucks me like he never wants it to end. Like he wants to be buried inside of me forever, like he never wants us to part.
He fucks me like he still loves me.
And somewhere in between—in the moment when his hand grips my hip to pull me closer, in the moment my fingers twine into the hair at the nape of his neck, in the moment his fingers reach between us to make sure I find my pleasure before his rushes through him—somewhere in there, I realize I still love him too.
Chapter Twenty
Nick
I’m not sure what time it is when I finally manage to pry my eyes open, thanks to the gift of hotel-issue blackout curtains, but given the fact that I actually feel somewhat rested, it has to be at least late morning, if not early afternoon.
After the best sex of my life, Jess and I stayed up talking and kissing and cuddling, and yes, giving each other several more orgasms before we finally fell asleep. It had to be early this morning, so who knows what time it might be now.
Which means the roads have been cleared, and Jess is now free to go home.
I look down at her, her gorgeous face peaceful and content, resting on my chest. I always hated sleep cuddling, could never make myself actually fall asleep with another person so intertwined in my space. But Jess converted me. So many things I found untenable before she came along suddenly became manageable with her.
After last night and this morning, there are no moredoubts left in my mind. Jessica Carrington is the woman I’m meant to be with. The only thing left to do now is bare it all. Tell her the truth, the full truth, and hope she can find it in her heart to forgive me, that somehow, after all these years, she is willing to give me another chance.
I’m not sure I can survive losing her again.
But for now, she’s here, wrapped in my arms. Neither of us bothered to put our pajamas back on and the feel of her soft skin against mine is nothing short of heavenly. I brush back a loose lock of her chocolate-brown hair, twining the silky strand around my finger.
She stirs, her bare legs tangled with mine, the brush of her thigh against my cock stirring me in turn.
My hand freezes, still tangled in her hair. I made sure to check in with her frequently throughout the night’s actions, but that doesn’t mean she won’t wake up this morning and regret everything. I wait for her eyes to open, for her to meet my gaze.
