“Let’s just say they lied at the store. It’s not for permanent use.”
Didn’t matter. Our bed was waiting for us right in this house.
“We’re gonna sell it anyway,” I said, seeking out his lips again. I needed more kissing. Much more of it. “And a bunch of other shit. Like the old house.”
He smiled and locked his arms around my neck. “I love you.”
Goddamn.
“I love you too, so fucking much.” I kissed him harder and slipped a few fingers between his ass cheeks. I just needed to feel him a bit.
“God,” he breathed. “I missed you.”
Those three words held a different meaning than before. I sensed the air changing around us, becoming more charged, and that hadn’t been my intention. But now that the tension was there, it was impossible to resist. Nobody got me going like this man. No one turned me on like he did. Nobody made me as possessive.
“Tell me I’m the last man who fucked you,” I whispered.
He moaned into the kiss as I pressed my middle finger inside him. “You’re the last man I did anything sexual with.”
Thank fuck.
My chest swelled with satisfaction, and I dipped down to kiss his neck.
“What about you?”
I hummed. “I’ve done precisely this with Jordan—on the couch.” I pushed my finger a little deeper into him and teased his tongue with my own. “All while hoping you’d have good chemistry with him one day so we can make him lose his mind together.”
He sucked in a breath. “How long have you been seeing them?”
“It’s brand-new from the other week.” I flicked a quick glance at the bottle of almond oil next to my body wash. “But I’ve known them for a while now. They’ve become good friends.”
He nodded mindlessly as I added another finger, and I sensed he wasn’t interested in talking about James and Jordan anymore.
I wasn’t either.
He wrapped his fingers around my hard cock and kissed me passionately. His hands were all over me, and it fueled me. It reenergized me. It made me hungry.
It made me fucking ravenous.
“Please, baby,” he whispered.
That’ll do.
I gave him one more deep kiss before I spun him around and nudged his legs apart.
Seconds later, I was pushing my cock deep inside him and hearing his groan echo.
Home.
I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face against his neck.
The urgency came and went. Mostly, I just wanted to be balls deep and hold him. As close as I could.
“I missed you so much.” I couldn’t say it enough. “Every part of you.” I shifted my hands up and down his front. His rib cage, his chest…down to his hips and his cock.
He shuddered and touched me where he could reach. When he tilted his head, I was there and kissed him with all the passion I had in me. I tasted him on my tongue, I let the urgency flow freely, I fucked him, and I stroked him.
“I missed you showing how much you own me,” he admitted.
