Page 171 of Reeves

"Let me finish what I started, in the bedroom. I want to taste you."

She nods once, barely a movement.

I stand first, extending my hand to help her up. She takes it without hesitation, and when she's on her feet, I don't let go. Her dress is wrinkled, twisted from where my hands grabbed the fabric. She smooths it down with her free hand.

We move through the house quietly. No rushing. No fumbling in the dark. Just purposeful steps down the hallway, past theclosed door where Benjy sleeps, toward her bedroom at the end of the hall.

My heartbeat thrums in my ears. I can smell her shampoo, the citrus that makes me think of mornings and coffee and the life she built without me.

The life I walked away from.

At the bedroom door, she pauses. Then, she steps inside.

I follow, closing the door behind us. The soft click of the lock turning feels louder than it should in the quiet room.

She turns to face me, and I stop a few feet away, taking her in instead of closing the distance right away.

I watch her stand in the silver light, the hem of her dress brushing her thighs, and I have to steady my hands to keep from reaching for her.

"Sit on the bed."

My voice stays steady, even with my pulse climbing. She moves without hesitation, perching on the edge of the mattress.

I drop to my knees in front of her, hands resting on her thighs. The fan hums overhead, moving air across our skin. Goosebumps rise along her legs where my palms touch.

"I've wanted to taste you again for so long."

Her breath catches, and I look up to find her watching me with those hazel eyes that see too much.

"Every deployment. Every mission. You were the only thing I kept coming back to."

I lean forward and press my mouth to the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. Her skin is warm under my mouth, clean and familiar, and I close my eyes for a second before moving higher.

"Oh, God. I've missed you, Reeves."

The way she says my name makes my dick twitch. It’s not desperate now. Her voice is soft, longing, like she's remembering too.

I move up slowly, taking my time, my mouth dragging over her skin before I go higher. I push her dress up around her waist and run my hands across her dewy skin.

"You're wet for me."

She nods, her hips rising to my face. Goddamn. I lick the top of her swollen clit, and my mouth waters.

I sit back on my heels and take her in. I marvel at the curve of her stomach, the way her thighs part slightly, the shine of her between them. My mouth waters.

"You're perfect."

The words come out rough, honest. She flushes pink from her chest to her cheeks.

"You remember how to make me hot for you."

She knows I remember everything. I remember how she likes to be touched, where to put my mouth, how to make her come apart beneath my hands.

I lean forward and breathe her in. My hands frame her hips, thumbs stroking the soft skin just below her hipbones.

"God, I've missed how you smell."

Her fingers tangle in my hair when I press my mouth to her. Soft at first, just tasting. The sound she makes tightens everything low in my body.