For a moment she simply looked at me, like she was memorizing my face, then she kissed me again. It was slow and curious as my hands slid along her back, tracing the curve of her waist.
“You’re trembling,” I murmured.
She let out a soft sound that might have been a laugh or a whimper—I couldn’t tell which. Whatever it was, she was content and that was enough for me. I slipped a hand beneath the lace covering her.
“You’re also wet,” I added roughly. Running my knuckles gently along her seam, I wrapped my arm around her waist and flipped us.
I couldn’t help staring, as she writhed beneath me. Her face was half-hidden in shadow, but the scar beneath her chin was right where it had been when I’d last seen her. From where she’d fallen off her bike in fourth grade. Her hair was longer now, brushing her collarbone. It was tangled, fanned out over the small bed we laid on. She appeared older too, her smile far more mature and confident. She was so beautiful.
There was a strange tug at my chest. It was like seeing a ghost. As if she’d never left me, standing right beside me as the years passed. I swallowed thickly. “You’re sure about this?”
“I didn’t imagine you to be so chivalrous,” she giggled, running her hands over my abs. “Or so hairy.”
I glanced down at my stomach, where her fingers pressed against my skin. “You’re cold.” Freezing actually. I frowned.
“Warm me up.” She flashed a mischievous smile. The kind she used when we were kids to get something out of me.
I huffed out a laugh. “Is that a request or a threat?”
“Depends.” Her fingers drifted higher over my stomach. “Are you intimidated?”
“By you?” I caught her wrist, mostly so she wouldn’t notice how badly my hands had started shaking. “Always.”
She grinned at that—slow and pleased, like she’d won something. “I didn’t picture you nervous around women.”
“You’re not women.”
Sitting back, I lowered my head to her stomach and pressed a kiss there as I slid the strip of lace down her legs. She let out a soft laugh when I tucked the underwear into my pocket.
“Keeping souvenirs now?”
I glanced up at her. “Just collecting evidence.”
Her smile turned wicked. “Evidence of what?”
“Of what I’m about to do to you.” With that, I dipped down, tracing her thigh with my mouth. Closer. Closer. Closer—
Solace’s fingers threaded through my hair, tugging at my scalp. Hips tilted, she pressed harder, urging me on. I nipped at her thigh, only to elicit a low moan. I bit harder this time, smoothing the mark over with my tongue.
“God I don’t want to wake up.”
Heart swelling, I curled a brow, “Is that so?” Stretching out over top of her, I settled between her thighs and lapped at her, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves with my tongue. I didn’t want to wake up either.God she was so fucking perfect.
“I’ve dreamt of this longer than I care to admit.”
I stopped, raising my head to meet her eye. “Me too.”
She rose to her elbows. “Really?”
“Really.” I kissed her belly before pulling back, positioning myself until I could feel the heat of her against me. “Care to help me with these?”
Her hands found the buckle at my waist—mine covered hers a moment later, both of us trembling with equal uselessness. Between the two of us we managed the pants, then her fingers hooked into the waistband of my boxers and dragged them down. I shifted my weight to remove them, only to fall off the narrow cot.
I hit the floor hard enough to wake up, dream dissolving before I could catch the ending of it.
My watch screamed at me, informing me that my heart rate was elevated. No shit. I lay there staring at the ceiling, sheet twisted around my waist, uncomfortably aware of what the rest of me was doing. My cock was stiff. I let my arm fall over my face. “Fuck.”
The dreams were getting out of control. My room smelled faintly of must and soap, as if I’d actually been there with her. I caught myself thinking about her more and more—her breath against my lips, her skin warm against mine. The slow circles I’d run across her back as she slept in my arms. Only a few times had things progressed into…that.
