She let out a little squeal and giggled when I started kissing her neck and slipping her cropped leather motorcycle jacket off. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”
“Wasted too much damn time already,” I growled, sliding my hand up her black tank top.
If I hadn’t been such a self-destructive idiot, Codie would have been my wife by now, and given me a few of those babies she promised me tonight.
She tugged the tank top over her head and tossed it aside before sinking her hands into my hair and claiming my mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss. I loved that she took what she wanted without apology or reservations. That was the kind of woman I needed: one who could take everything I had to give and demand more.
I undid her jeans and pushed them down without wasting precious time. “Need to be inside you,” I whispered in her ear.
She moaned, letting her head rest against the door as I circled her nipple with my tongue. “Yes.”
“Bed?” I could barely talk. My mouth and mind were too full of her.
“Later.” She gripped my shoulders. “I need you now, Mav.”
I’d never shed my clothes so fast. I didn’t even get her jeans all the way off before she instructed me to just “get rid of” her panties.
I tore them off, loving the look of satisfaction in her eyes. I didn’t have to ask if she was ready. The evidence was coating my fingers when I brought them to my lips as I breached her.
She sucked in a breath, closing her eyes on a deep moan when I boosted her up and she wrapped her legs around me so I could get just a little deeper.
After six long months, I couldn’t get deep enough. I wanted her to be a part of me. For her body to infiltrate mine the way she’d claimed my mind. My heart. She had it all. There was no longer a separation between life before and after Codie. There was only Codie.
“That feels so good.”
I was pounding her hard while the part of my brain that hadn’t gone savage was yelling at me toslow down,be gentle, with her. “This okay?” I asked, slowing just long enough to make eye contact.
“Better than okay.” She curled her hand around my biceps, digging her nails in. “Don’t you dare stop. You owe me. Six long months I waited for you. Now make it up to me.”
“So much I need to make up for…” I was pinning her hips against the door, plunging in hard and deep. “May take the rest of our lives.”
Her mouth fell open when I punctuated my words with action. “I can live with that.”
Talk of forever didn’t seem to scare her anymore and I was taking full advantage to plant seeds that would prepare her for my third and final big surprise.
My thrusts were forceful, powerful, but she didn’t seem to mind. I’d curse myself in the morning if she had even a faint bruise, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. It felt too good. And it had been too damn long. Too many lonely nights on my bus. Too many cold showers. Taking matters into my own hands too many times, while fantasizing about her.
“Mav, right there!”
I held her in place, rocking slowly, hitting just the right spot, until her body trembled as she fell apart in my arms.
Her teeth were grazing my shoulder, as her nails skated across my back.
I was walking a tight-rope, seconds from free-falling, when she whispered the words that caused me to plummet.
“I love you, Mav.”
I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, as the tingling sensation built slowly before I feared my legs would go numb. The buzz spread up my spine as my stomach contracted before the mind-numbing rush of being able to empty inside of her. The surge was so powerful it left me breathless and shaky and barely able to support her weight or mine.
She laughed as her feet slid to the ground. “You okay, babe?”
“Jesus.” I hadn’t abstained for six months since high school, and being skin-to-skin with Codie after so many sleepless nights dreaming about her was almost more than I could handle. “I think I need a minute to remember how to breathe… or walk.”
She reached down and snagged my shirt, pulling it over her naked body with a naughty grin as she left me gaping while she strutted into the kitchen.
Damn. My shirt had never looked so good. I’d have to remember to leave a few with her because there was going to be a lot of sexting and late-night Face-timing until this tour wrapped up.
“Water?” she asked, holding up a glass when I finally made my way to the kitchen.
