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I’m as gentle as I can manage as I step into her and wrap my arms around her waist.
“I remember how good it was,” she whispers as I trail my mouth down the column of her throat, the freesia of her bodywash making those memories slam into me. “It can be good again.”
I push away the thought that she means us together more than this physical act that’s about to happen. It can’t mean any more than this.
I tug away the neck of her t-shirt and lick at her clavicle, praying that being with her one last time will be what has been missing all these years. Knowing it’s the last time helps keep me in check, giving me that closure I never got when she walked away from me twelve years ago.
“I need you naked,” I tell her as I straighten.
I lift her t-shirt over her head before working down the sweats on her slender hips, and like that bell ringing that makes a dog’s mouth water, mine does the same when that pretty blue butterfly on her abdomen is revealed.
“Every man’s dream,” I whisper as I take a step back to get an unobstructed view of her.
Realizing what I just said makes me want to growl and mark her as mine, but I know it’s just a primal urge to win what I’m about to have.
With great effort, I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, only when I open them again, I see the bruises marking her perfect skin. Knowing I missed them with my eyes locked on the apex of her thighs makes me the biggest asshole in the world.
“Don’t,” she says, her hands twitching like she suddenly wants to cover up. “Just ignore them.”
“Grace, I—”
“Want to fuck me. You want to fuck me, Trenton, and I want that too.”
“I can’t do that without hurting you even more.”
She shakes her head as she steps into me, her hands going to the zipper on my jeans.
“We’ll manage.”
I cup her face, angling her head back up to mine for another kiss as deft fingers work to open my jeans before shoving them down my hips.
“Get on the bed.”
I keep my eyes locked on the heart shape of her ass as she positions herself in the center of the bed. I make quick work of my boots and clothes, stopping only to grab a condom out of my wallet. She looks desperate and needy as she watches my hand stroking my length when I join her.
I kiss and lick up her leg, pausing to get better control of myself at the juncture where her leg meets her body. Just the memories of what it was like with her sets me on edge, threatening to ruin this moment.
I don’t want that to happen. It’s clear she needs me, and I’m just as determined to make this moment last with hopes that it’s a healing act, a cure for the damage she caused rather than a bandage I’ve been replacing over and over with other women the last twelve years.
I breathe her in, the soft scent of freesia combined with a scent that is wholly her own before dipping my mouth to her molten skin. Her hips flex upward, her body searching for more when I swipe the flat of my tongue against her slit. In all my years, I’ve never tasted something as perfect as her, and I turn greedy, fierce with the urgency to take all she has to offer.
I spread her legs wider, my tongue delving deeper, waiting for the moment I know is coming. As if thinking it created her response, I groan against her silken heat when her fingers tangle in my hair, the stinging pain when she grips, somehow sexier now than it was every single time before. The familiar tell makes my balls ache with the vicious need to pull back and sink inside of her. I want to feel her clenching my cock when she explodes, but I also know if I do things right, I’ll experience that soon enough.
“T,” she groans. “Just, right there. Oh fuck!”
Her muscles seize, legs shaking against the palms of my hands as she orgasms, and I don’t stop flicking her clit with the flexed tip of my tongue until the grip on my hair loosens and her arms fall to the bed.
In times past, I would kiss up her stomach and smile when she would look down at me with appreciation. I’d let her settle just so I could start all over and get that reaction again. We spent what felt like days in bed together, seeing just how much we could wring out of each other, but I just can’t muster the patience for it now.
“You’re sure?” I ask as I line my cock up at her entrance.
