Page 24 of Wreckage and Rain

"Upstairs," I say into her mouth.

"You can't wait that long."

"I can."

"You can't."

"Try me."

I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and laughs into my neck and I carry her upstairs because I am twenty-four and stupid and her laugh against my skin is worth every step.

I set her down on the bed. She catches my wrists, pulls me with her, kisses me slow, and then she pulls back and looks at me, brown eyes dark.

"I miss you."

"I'm right here."

"Show me."

I press her gently back against the pillows.

"Arms up."

She lifts them, slow, deliberate, like she does everything in this room. I pull her shirt off her in one motion. She is bare underneath. She watches me find that out and her mouth turns up at the corner.

"Christ, Summer."

"I planned that."

"I know you did."

I put my mouth on her. The soft skin under her jaw. The hollow of her throat. The line of her collarbone. She arches up to meet me and I press her flat with my hand on her sternum, not pinning, just telling.

"Stay there."

"Colt."

"Stay there, baby."

I drag my mouth down. The slope of her breast. Her nipple, taking my time, sucking until she makes a noise and then doing it again until the noise is louder. Her hand goes into my hair and she isn't asking, she is holding on, and I let her.

"Open your legs."

She opens them.

I move down. Her stomach. The curve of her hip. The inside of her thigh, slow, watching her hips shift up off the mattress for me, asking with her body before her mouth catches up. I push her thighs wider with both hands and look up at her, and she looks back at me, dark, focused, completely there.

"Now, Colt."

"Tell me what you want."

"You know what I want."

"Say it anyway."

"I want your mouth on me."

I give it to her. The first slow stroke of my tongue, flat, all the way up, and she makes the sound that means her whole body just turned on at once. I hold her hips down and take my time. I know her. I know what she likes and I know what wrecks her. I work her open with my tongue and then with my fingers, two of them, slow at first and then not, and she is swearing into the back of her hand and I lift her hand off her mouth and pin her wrist to the mattress.