He broke off as a growl sounded in his throat, one that never left his lips because within seconds, they were between my legs, sucking. His tongue, licking. And then I couldn’t hear anything but my own cries. My own cries and Sully when his gruff voice said, “You taste so good. So,sogood. I want to live here between your legs.”
I couldn’t manage a response, too busy panting and whining from the assault on my senses. It was amazing what he could do with his tongue. The way he could make me feel. The sensations coursing through me—hot and heady and so very delicious.
Sully’s mouth worked over me relentlessly, though when his tongue licked over my clit, it was gentle, teasing. He was being careful, like he’d promised. But I didn’t mind; there was something about it that wound me up even higher, making my hips chase after him, after every light touch, needing more, more,more.
At some point in my delirium, Sully hoisted my legs over his shoulders, lifting me clean off the stairs as he continued to lick and suck and tease me on my way to heaven. I had to reach up and grab hold of the railing, but not because I felt like I was going to fall—not really. I felt an awful lot like I was going to float away, though.
By the time I could feel my orgasm rising, I was grinding against his face, desperately needing more of the tiny littleflicks of his tongue. It was sending me into a spiral—a hot, beautiful spiral that I just knew was going to leave me destitute.
“Sawyer,” I gasped—because just like he promised, it was just me and him. “Oh my God.”
But he didn’t stop, and I didn’t stop, gyrating my hips to some invisible beat. His fingers dug into my thighs as he supported me, encouraged me, and then he moaned into my pussy, and I wasgone.
My screams echoed in the hall, my body bowing higher as my climax flooded my senses. My vision grew hazy in the thick of it, but when it started to clear as I came down, I found Sully’s heated gaze locked on me, even as his mouth still worked between my legs, pressing soft kisses to my clit and making me jolt from the overstimulation.
“Good job, baby,” he murmured. “Always such a good girl for me.”
Slowly, he lowered me back to the steps, letting my legs fall off his shoulders. After one final kiss to my inner thigh, he worked his way back up my partially naked body, my tank top still covering half my chest while the other half remained exposed. But it didn’t matter. Sully’s hands still found both my breasts, his large palms covering them as he leaned over me, decorating my bare skin with faint kisses until eventually he found my ear.
“Tell me you missed me being between your legs,” he demanded, sending a shiver through me from the heat of his words.
“I missed you—” I started and then choked on the rest.
Because I missed him. I missed him so much, and I felt such a relief at getting to admit that. At telling him the truth, of apologizing for things that never should have happened. And now he was here, kissing me and loving me and touching me. Even though he’d once told me that he might never be able to forgive me.
Did he forgive me?
“I missed you,” I repeated through the emotion coating my throat. “I missed you.”
And then Sully was back to kissing my lips, but it was tender this time, a sweep of his mouth over mine, just enough to taste myself on his lips, before he pulled back, hovering over me, a picture of perfection. His messy blond hair hung over piercing blue-green eyes.
I knew other people sometimes saw Sully as chaotic and energized, but I had only ever known him as steady. Steady and sure and strong, and that was the way he was looking at me right now.
“I missed you endlessly. And I don’t intend on ever letting you slip through my fingers again,” he added.
“Does that mean you forgive me?” As much as I believed everything he was saying, and as good as it made me feel, I just really needed to make this one thing clear. I needed to know we could move past everything that happened five years ago. “You said you weren’t sure you ever could.”
“That was a fucking lie,” he said, blowing a breath through his lips. “I forgave you the moment you stood over here—” He pointed behind him. “—and told me you moved home for me and our child.”
I exhaled, my body melting with relief. A heavy weight lifted off my chest, and tears pricked my eyes as I stared up at him.
“There was never any doubt in my mind,” I said, my voice shaking, emotions running higher than a kite, “that I needed to come home. I spent years being scared of a little positive sign, but when I finally saw one, nothing mattered but you. God, I never expected it to feel so right. I?—”
My voice broke, and Sully nodded, telling me he understood, that maybe it felt right for him, too, that it was okay to be confused, that nothing mattered more than the fact that I was here.
That everything might feel messy, but it would be okay.
“I’m so happy you’re home, Eleanor.” His lips twisted in a soft smile that seemed to reflect all the emotions knottedup inside me—from the joy of being here to the devastation of what we lost to the want and desire lingering in this moment. “Now, can I finally take you to bed?”
“Please,” I whispered.
And before I knew it, I was hauled into Sully’s arms again.
But the best part was, this time, I suspected I wouldn’t be leaving.
five years ago
SULLY
