Page 78 of Flashback for the Forward

Lifting one shoulder, she peeked at me shyly through her lashes. “Since the last time I was with you.”

My fists flexed, the sharp corners of the square slats biting into my palms.

Selfish, fucking bastard.

He’s the past; you’re the future. Don’t forget that.

Hauling in a centering breath, I released it slowly. “It’s your call. Just know I’m here, ready and eager to make you feel good in any way you’ll let me.”

Voice whisper-quiet, she countered, “What if I’m too heavy to do that anymore?”

Her curves had always been my kryptonite. I fucking loved them, and I couldn’t wait for the day when she felt safe enough for me to dig my fingertips into her generous hips and thick thighs.

“You’re not. I promise,” I vowed with all the sincerity I could muster.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she considered my proposal.

After what felt like an eternity, determination flickered over her features, and she moved toward where I lay. The mattress dipped as she climbed atop it and crawled closer.

Leaning down, she slanted her mouth over mine, her tongue driving past my lips. I groaned into the kiss, battling back tentatively to let her know I would follow her lead.

Her hot little palm landed on my chest, circling one of my nipples before pinching it, and I hissed at the sting of pain, my head falling back against the pillows.

“I’ll do worse than that if I find out you’re lying to me.”

The only lie I’d ever told this woman was when I claimed not to love her with every fiber of my being and then spent the next eight years being punished for it.

But instead of saying that and killing the mood, I teased, “Soooooo, you gonna hop on or leave me hanging all night?”

Bridget lifted her eyes to the ceiling with a huffed “Fine,” as if it were the ultimate hardship for her to let me fuck her with my tongue.

I could appreciate that the snark and sarcasm were her way of protecting herself. If she kept her expectations low, she wouldn’t wind up disappointed—something that, from the sounds of it, was a common occurrence.

Once I got her to actually kneel above me and drop her weight onto my face, it wouldn’t take more than thirty seconds before I’d have her begging me not to stop and erasing the lazy, selfish assholes she’d been with from her memory.

Stradling my head, Bridget gave me the perfect view of paradise, and my mouth began to water. I craned my neck to make contact, but she hovered just out of reach.

“Beautiful, you’re killing me. I need a taste.”

Bridget tucked her chin to stare down at me as she lowered two inches. “Better?”

Barely able to suppress a growl of frustration, I coaxed, “Need you closer.”

Her chest rose on a deep inhale. “Okay.”

Then, mercifully, she relaxed her thighs enough that I was plunged face-first into nirvana.

For a second, all I did was breathe her in, the scent so intoxicating it made my head swim. That must’ve not been enough for my girl, because her hips shifted, and a whined “Cole” floated toward the ceiling.

Smiling to myself that her nerves had fled the building, I swiped my tongue through her slit, flicking over that swollen bud that made her squeal.

I went to work, eating at her like the starving man I was. It didn’t seem possible, but she was even more delicious than I remembered, and I couldn’t get enough, drinking down each wave of arousal as it came.

She moaned, bucking against my mouth. “Oh, God. I forgot how amazing this feels.”

Currently unable to speak and reply, Me too, I hummed my agreement, the vibrations against her slick flesh eliciting a throaty groan.

One of her hands fell to my hair, gripping the strands tightly and moving me where she wanted. I was more than happy to oblige, my sole aim to bring her pleasure.