I reach for his sweater, and he helps me tug it off, revealing the chest I've been dreaming about for weeks. I run my palms over the hard planes of muscle, relearning every ridge and contour.
“I thought I'd lost you,” I whisper.
“Never.” He kisses my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. “You could never lose me. I was just too stupid to see what was right in front of me.”
He unclasps my bra and tosses it aside, then lowers his mouth to my breasts. I arch into him as his tongue circles my nipple, teasing it to a peak before moving to the other one. His hand slides down my stomach and unfastens my jeans, pushing them down my hips along with my underwear.
“I need to remember what you taste like,” Ethan growls.
He moves down my body, kissing every inch of skin along the way. My ribs. My navel. My hipbone. When he settles between my thighs and presses his mouth to my center, I cry out so loudly I'm sure the neighbors can hear.
He takes his time. Long, slow strokes of his tongue that build pleasure without rushing toward release.
My hands find his hair and grip tight as tension coils in my belly. He slides two fingers inside me and curls them. His tongue circles my clit in relentless patterns, and I'm climbing, climbing, climbing towards my climax.
“Ethan.”
He sucks my clit, and a minute later, an orgasm tears through me with brutal intensity. Then he crawls up my body and kisses me deeply. I reach for his belt and fumble with the buckle, desperate to free him.
“Slow down,” he says. “We have all night.”
“I need you inside me.”
He groans and helps me push his jeans and boxers down his legs. His cock springs free, hard and thick. I wrap my hand around him and stroke slowly, watching his eyes flutter closed.
“Every night we were apart, I laid in bed and thought about you,” I say.
“What did you think about?”
“Sex.”
A laugh rumbles through his chest. “So all you want is my body. I see how it is.”
“Your body is very nice.”
“Just nice?”
“Exceptional.” I tighten my grip, and he sucks in a breath. “World-class. Hall of Fame worthy.”
“Fuck, baby.” He pulls my hand away and positions himself at my entrance. “I need to be inside you. I can't wait anymore.”
He pushes in slowly. The stretch is exquisite, pure pleasure. He slides deeper with each gentle thrust until he's fully inside me.
“I love you,” Ethan says. “I love you so much it terrifies me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist. “I'm not going anywhere.”
He starts to move in long, slow strokes that let me feel every inch of him. Ethan makes love to me like we have all the time in the world.
I run my hands down his back and grip his ass, pulling him deeper with each thrust. He groans and increases his pace. The pleasure builds in waves, each one cresting higher than the last.
“I was so empty without you,” he says against my neck. “Nothing felt right. The apartment was too quiet. I couldn't eat or sleep. All I could think about was you.”
I tilt my hips to meet his thrusts. “It was the same for me.”
“I'm sorry I put you through that. I'm sorry I was too stubborn to listen.”
“Stop apologizing.” I pull his face to mine and kiss him hard.
