“Come back here.” His demand was soft spoken.
I hesitated, knowing what would happen if I did. But despite the what ifs, I turned back around and as our eyes locked, the months of agony and uncertainty dissipated. It was just him and I.
“Why?” I asked under my breath.
“To make up for lost time.”
Was I ready for this? After everything?
Yes.
I lunged for him and he grabbed the back of my knees, pulling me down onto his lap. My arms wrapped over his bare shoulders, clasping behind his neck. He pulled my hair into his fist and pushed it behind my neck, then his lips crashed into mine.
Our mouths moved in an exquisite dance of lust, enhanced by the unspoken love that I knew we both felt but were yet to admit to each other. My neck tilted back and he leaned forward to deepen the kiss. His tongue explored my mouth in a tangled frenzy, hastily discovering every part of it.
“I worry I won’t be able to give you enough—what you deserve.” His voice was light and airy when it broke through our kiss.
“I'll take whatever you have to give, and that will be more than enough.”
He stared intently for a few seconds, like he was trying to decide if he believed me. He should, as I meant every word of what I’d said tonight.
“Gods, you are beautiful,” he growled before needily resuming our kiss. I flushed at the compliment. Knowing that he saw me as such even though I'd become so frail made me want him even more.
His hands roamed delicately down my back, pulling me closer to his chest. He kissed me like I was the reason he was alive. My nipples peaked under my shirt as his hands moved further down my body, stopping to cup my ass. My body was serenaded in new sensations as he held me down on his lap.
Gods.
My fingers slid from his neck and down his chest, lingering on the hard ridges of his muscles. I adjusted myself on his lap—he was hard beneath me as my hips gyrated on him. He released a breathy moan into my mouth, which sent shivers of euphoria straight to my core.
This.
This feeling was what I’d been missing my whole entire life.
Him.
He nipped at my bottom lip then pulled away without notice, breaking the pure exhilaration that I drowned in.
My eyebrows drew together. “Why’d you stop?” I asked, my lips swollen from our kiss.
“Because you're drunk, and if we go any further, I don't know that I’ll be able to stop.”
“I’m not that drunk.” I frowned.
He chuckled. “You're drunk enough.”
As badly as I wanted him, he was right. We should wait. We had time.
He locked his arms around me and laid back on his bed,pulling me down with him. I rolled to my side and laid there absorbing his features, memorizing every detail.
I released a deep breath, letting in the exhaustion I'd been fighting off. I put my hand over my mouth as I yawned, hoping he didn’t see how tired I was. I was not ready for this to end—not when I'd waited so long for it.
“Now what?” I asked through another yawn.
He pulled me deeper into his chest, and I rested my head in the crook of his arm, soaking in his scent as he weaved his fingers through my hair.
“Now we sleep.”
I wokeup with a throbbing headache from my night of drinking. Though the elation I felt from finally being in the arms of the man I’d yearned after for months, helped lessen the ache. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and peered over at him.
