Fire, fire, fireon my cheeks and my chest—and between my legs.
It was hard to carry the weight of his gaze after he said that—I was a very shy person by nature, but I bit my tongue and didn’t even try to turn away, not for a second.
“I could look at you all day. I could count your smiles forever. I could touch your skin for hours and hours…” His hand slid down my neck to my chest, and I was no longer needing air to survive. “Velvet-smooth. Exactly right.”
My eyes closed—not because I was trying to hide, but because that was exactly how he felt to me, too.Exactly right.
“I want to know your body the way my hands seem to know it,” March whispered, and his hand moved down the shape of me, over my breasts and to my waist while I burned in silence. “I want toseeyou the way I already feel you. That okay?”
I nodded, too fast and too many times, but I wasn’t entirely sure I could produce voice if I tried to speak. This was more than okay—it was everything I wanted. Maybe even more than I wanted my memories back.
When he kissed me again, it wasn’t slow—it was deliberate.It was…exploration.
It wasfantastic.
Holy Hour, I could lay here under him all day and all night and forever. His tongue in my mouth did wonders to fill me up so that I could have sworn I’d never been empty a second in my life. He knew exactly how to kiss me, how to suck on my bottom lip, how to caress my tongue with his, how to keep the kiss going, never break it, even when he was biting me—just like I liked.
But more than that—I knew exactly how to kiss him, too.
I knew because his moans got a little louder and he pressed onto me harder when I gripped the back of his neck tighter or when I slipped my hand underneath the collar of his shirt to touch his back.
My hands knew his body perfectly. I was grazing his shoulder with my nails instinctively, and Marchgrowledas he bit my lip when I did. Pressed his hips onto my thigh so that I felt his hard cock clearly.
I was melting, even if a part of me was aware of this whole thing happening fromoutside.Like our bodies were having a reunion my mind couldn’t really attend.
Every new inch of skin I touched, and every time his hand moved farther up under my shirt, was simultaneously brand new and ancient. Our bodies were fluentin a language that we didn’t even remember learning.
But the bigger part of me felt every single thing he did to me clearly, too.
Such a strange state to be in. Myself, but not quite.
March continued to explore.
He let go of my lips after a while, and moved down to my neck, and I knew exactly how to angle my head to give him access to where I needed him, just below my earlobe. He kissed the soft skin there gently, then licked and sucked with just the right pressure until my eyes rolled back in my head.
Yes,fluentwas definitely the right word.
He moved lower, settled between my parted legs, whispered under his breath as he pulled my shirt up my chest and kissed a straight line to my belly button. My hands were in his hair, and I watched him when I could, watched how he looked at me, both with awe and with purpose, how he pulled down the cups of my bra and took my nipple in his mouth.
It was intoxicating. The way he played with my other nipple with his hand, and knew just the right amount of biting and kissing I liked to bring me to the brink ten seconds in. My hips moved and my blood rushed and my center screamed for his attention, and for a second there, as I imagined his mouth on my pussy, I could have sworn Iknew the feeling.
Which was why it was so terrifying at the same time.
Every touch and every kiss was proof of something stolen from us. The way my hands knew the shape of his head, therhythm of his tongue—it was written on our skin, our muscle memory, in the way our bodies fit together with an unmatched precision.
Yes, we had definitely done this before. But when March began to pull down my trousers and kiss the soft skin of my pelvis, I had already lost myself again, but in a brand-new way.
He murmured about how good I tasted, how much he craved the scent of my skin.
“I’ve thought about this so many times, long before I was willing to admit it to myself,” he said when he leaned up to pull my trousers and panties off. Looked down at me like he was in awe—so in awe he paused for a second as his eyes scrolled up my half naked body. Stopped on my face.
“This okay?”
If he asked again, I was afraid I was going to scream in frustration.
For now, I nodded. Only looked at him,absorbed himwith my eyes. Said, “Take it off.” Because I wanted to see him, too.
A mischievous grin stretched his lips so perfectly I yearned to somehow find ways to create moving drawings just so I could replicate it in my sketchbook. My hands itched to touch his face, but I settled for watching him pull his shirt off in one swift motion, then throw it on the floor.
