And with each gentle brush of his lips over mine, we acquainted ourselves with the taste of each other.
Until a hunger for more built inside us both.
When he fused his mouth to mine, eager and hopeful, he tipped my head back slightly. Tracing the seam of my lips with his tongue. Requesting entry to a sacred place. And waiting patiently, as if he’d always longed to visit and wouldn’t let the chance slip away.
I granted access easily, moaning from deep within his chest at the first slow glide of his tongue over mine.
He groaned, too, the sound rumbling through me as he swept in again and again. Each time, more demanding—earnest—as heworshiped my waiting mouth. Devouring me. Exploring every inch of my mouth as if each touch and taste deserved to be savored.
And as he cradled me against him, gripping me so tightly, I swore he’d never let me go.
I’d waited a lifetime for this.
And now, I finally understood why.
Matching each press of his lips and stroke of his tongue with mine, I met him with equal vigor. Desire flared inside me—fervent and feral. Passion overwhelmed me.
And love drove out any hint of reason or doubt.
As our legs tangled beneath the sheets, I sought his bare skin. I dug my fingers into the muscles in his back, pulling him closer.
He slipped hands beneath the hem of my shirt, brushing the skin of my lower back. It sent shivers down my spine as he teased the waistband of my shorts.
And he never stopped kissing me.
I clutched him tightly, needing more. Hooking my leg over his waist, I drove my hips closer. My nipples hardened when he groaned into my mouth, kissing me harder.
He slid his hand up my back and brought me closer. Running his palm down my spine, skating just over the curve of my ass, he dragged his touch down my thigh before drawing back up.
And when he curled his fingers over my hip and squeezed, I rocked my hips against him. Rolling my body into his, I moaned deep in the back of my throat.
He swallowed the sound like he needed it to survive, his hand guiding the gentle rocking of my pelvis. Meeting my hips with his. And brushing the apex of my thighs.
My eyes widened at the first feel of him.
The friction, the heat, the ache building between my legs—it grew unbearable. But I grabbed his hand and brought it to my breast, wanting us to take our time.
I never wanted the moment to end.
I wanted to drive out thoughts of anything else, and replace them with what should have always been there instead.
And maybe if I’d been older, or braver, or more reckless, it would’ve been.Wewould’ve been, sooner.
But we were here now.
And that was all that mattered.
I couldn’t pretend anymore. Couldn’t deny how much I loved him.
When he pulled back, releasing my lips and burying his face in the crook of my neck, he nipped and sucked and stroked his tongue along my throat. He built up a cry I needed to release, slowly bringing me to an edge I wanted to dive right over.
“Addie…” he whispered against my skin. “Fuck.” Fingers kneading into my flesh, he kissed my neck even as he spoke. “Addie, we should stop.”
“Blake, please.” I whimpered, not ready for this to end. “Please, I need you to touch me.”
His grip tightened on my hip. “Addie—God, Addie, I—” His hips jerked, and his eyes flashed to mine. “We shouldn’t. Addie, this is adrenaline.” His hand on my breast came up to brush the hair away from my face. “When it wears off, you might feel differently, and I…”
“You don’t want to do this?”
