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“Baby,” he breathed and I realized I was crying.
“I’m so sorry. Really sorry.”
“Don’t. Don’t. It’s not your fault. It’s not-“ And suddenly like we both just gave up on talking he grabbed me and I grabbed him and we kissed like no time had passed. Like he was the boy he’d been. And I was the girl and the last ten years didn’t happen.
“Come inside with me,” he breathed against my lips.
I nodded. Of course. Yes. Of course I would. I was dying to. It was why I’d come to him like this in the rain and the dark. Because I couldn’t stand not being touched by him for one more minute.
He swung me up in his arms, kissing me and carrying me across the lawn and over the makeshift, half-built porch.
“Careful,” I said, worried he might trip or fall, break both our necks. But he just grinned at me and jumped up the steps like he was impervious to gravity and wrong steps and maybe he was right.
The Golden Boy, too lucky in this way, too unlucky in every other way.
I stroked his beautiful face and decided I would not wonder what if. Not right now. It was this moment and only this moment. We kissed and he carried me through the manor to his room, back in the corner. The room smelled of him and of rain. The back courtyard was fragrant with flowers and the smell came in through the damp screens. He lowered my legs to the floor and I practically slid down his body.
“We should talk,” he whispered against my mouth and I shook my head. There would be no talking. Not tonight. Talking might take this moment away and I couldn’t stand that. He was hard against me and I slipped my hand over him, applying the pressure I knew he liked. I kissed his neck the way I knew he liked and he shook and shuddered in my arms.
“Jules,” he breathed like he still wanted to make a case for talking.
“No,” I said. “We can talk later.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Fine,” I said, but wasn’t sure I meant it. But it was what he wanted to hear and once I said it, he was a man unleashed. He yanked my shirt out of my jeans shorts and I kicked off my flip flops. He palmed my breasts in my old lace bra, kissing his way down my neck to my chest. Sucking my flesh into his mouth like he wanted to take a bite out of me. And I got it. I understood. I was feeling just on the edge of violence too.
I yanked down his shorts, delighted to find him without underwear.
“Hurry,” I said, reaching between us to open my shorts, to get them out of the way. Skin to skin that’s all I wanted.
“No way,” he said, holding me at arms-length. “I’ve waited ten years for this, Juliette. I’m not going fast.” He dropped my arms and pulled his shorts off, standing in front of me as naked as the day he was born.
He was always so good at this. Comfortable in his skin in a way that made me more comfortable in mine. I’d learned the hard way that not every lover did this for me. In fact, the two I had in the ten years he’d been gone, I’d only learned how special Tyler was.
How special we were.
I took off my bra, pushed down my underwear, watching his eyes flare. He reached down and palmed his erection. Stroking himself, almost idly. Like he didn’t realize I was watching. But oh my god, was I watching.
Why was that so hot? I wondered. The thick grip of his hand and his wrist. The bright red skin of his dick. How personal it was, like a secret I wasn’t supposed to see. But Tyler, in this realm, had no secrets.
He opened his mouth like he had something to say but there was no time for that. So I pushed myself against him. Lips to toes. Trapping his hard cock between us where it burned against my belly. His hand slipped around to my hip, palming my ass. He was warm and smooth and I wrapped my arms around him so I could feel him against my forearms and my wrists. The insides of my arm. More. I wanted so much more.
I wanted what we had. Who we’d been without the ten years of heartbreak, secrets and lies. And he kissed me like he wanted that, too. He lifted me, walked me back to the bed so he could lay me down on his sheets. He tried to lean away but I held on.
“Like this,” I said. Wanting him on me. The weight of him pushing me into the bed.
“This first,” he said and kissed his way, slowly down my body. My breasts. My nipples. The swell of my stomach until he got to the patch of hair between my legs.
