There wasn’t a single surface in that abandoned place where he could make love to her the way he wanted to. He’d have to break it to her when they got inside, but before he could, she was taking his keys and unlocking the door.
“Gi, I—” His mouth went dry when she hung her coat on a row of pegs lining the wall.
She kept her eyes on him the entire time she slid the thin straps of her long, cotton dress over her shoulders. She stepped out of it, hanging that too on the peg. “You were saying?”
He shook his head. There were no words as she stood in front of him in a gray lace strapless bra and panties. No words. And not a single thought in his mind other than how much he wanted her.
“You’re incredible.” Not only beautiful, but intuitive. She knew better than he did what he needed.
“So are you.” With a small smile, she raised his T-shirt over his head and reached for his belt buckle.
“You deserve a nice big bed.”
She grinned as she pulled his belt free and went for his button and fly. “We’ve had hot sex in a bed plenty of times. It’s been a while since you’ve taken me up against the wall.”
He groaned as he kicked his jeans off and backed her against the wall, pinning her with his body. The kissing was frantic, desperate, their hands exploring each other’s bodies in a futile attempt to get their fill. His tongue seared her neck, drawing helpless little moans and whimpers from her as he ventured further, unfastening her bra with one hand while caressing her with the other.
His mouth sought all of her hot spots intuitively and was rewarded when he heard her breathing become shallow, as though she were holding her breath, anticipating what would come next.
He didn’t disappoint. Sliding her silky panties down her legs, he looked up at her, completely mesmerized. She was his fantasy. Every night she’d shared his bed and he’d taken her for granted. He hadn’t realized the incredible gift he’d been blessed with when she gave him her love so freely, but he got it now. And he intended to make good on his promise to treat her right this time. Starting now.
His touch was feather-light at first, but that didn’t prevent her from crying out as though he’d lashed her. Her hands were fisted in his hair, guiding his head, not that he needed any. It was all intuitive and he was getting as much from this as he was giving her.
“Gunnnarrrr….” Her whispered pleas drove him on, making his hunger for her insatiable as he took her higher and higher. He felt her legs tremble as her release rocked her body.
He jumped up, grabbing her before her boneless body melted to the floor. He chuckled as his lips trailed over her shoulder, giving her a minute to collect herself.
Her lips eventually found his and her kiss was so erotic Gunnar could barely contain himself.
“Let me make you forget.” Her eyes held his while her meaning registered. She didn’t just want to make him forget that phone call. Or his career. Or their tumultuous past. She wanted to make him forget who they were. Parents. A famous singer. A lost son. And go back to being who they were when they first met and were full of hope.
“How do you always know exactly what I need?” he asked, brushing her hair off her face. “Even before I do?”
“Because I know you.” Her eyes teared up as her hand covered his heart. “I know what’s in here, what’s been in here all along, begging to break free. You don’t think I knew you loved me all along? You don’t think I could feel it every time you made love to me?”
He rested his head on her shoulder as his throat thickened with unshed tears. She deserved so much better than him. He felt so broken; he didn’t know if even her love would be enough to help piece him back together again, but he was too selfish to let her go. Because without her, he didn’t stand a chance.
Her small hands trailed over his body, finally claiming his shaft in a firm grip that had him sucking in his breath and clenching his fists in an attempt to rein it in.
“Lose yourself in me,” she whispered, guiding him closer, teasing both of them with the proximity of the connection they craved. “Let me lose myself in you.”
He held his breath as he entered her. Pregnancy was no longer a concern since he’d had a vasectomy after Ramsey was born and they’d been each other’s only lovers for the past fifteen years. It seemed like a lifetime to Gunnar, since his life didn’t really start until he met her.
“You feel amazing,” she murmured, resting her head against the wall. She gripped his shoulders when he propped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.
She was tiny and the position allowed him the access he needed to take her to where she was silently begging to go. He tried to restrain himself, but she felt unbelievable, clasping onto him so tight that he feared letting go too soon.
“Give yourself to me.” She looked love drunk as her moist lips parted, urging him on. “This time, you have to give all of yourself to me, no holding back.”
Her words opened the floodgates and he unleashed all of the pent up emotions that had been building inside of him for a lifetime. Anger. Fear. Sadness. Love. Passion. It was like he blacked out as his conscious mind shut down completely, allowing his body to lead the way, for the first time ever.
Only her satisfied cries brought him back to the present and he slowed, concerned he’d gone too far, pushed her too hard.
Her self-satisfied smile put his mind at ease, and the tiny pulses still rocking her pushed him over the edge too. His breathing was labored from exertion, but that didn’t stop him from taking her mouth in a possessive kiss that seemed to go on for hours.
When they finally broke apart, he whispered, “I love you, Gi.”
She smiled. “I know you do.”
