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“This is what I’ve been looking forward to most,” he says, his lips skating up my neck.
“What?” I practically pant.
“You. In the light. Seeing every inch of you. Fuck, Cat, I love our games, you know that, but I’ve missed this the most.”
Softly, I ask, “You’ve missed what the most?”
“A simple Wednesday night with you. Anticipating the way I’m about to explore your body, kiss every inch, worship you. And it’s just us. It’s not about anything or anyone else.”
My heart beats wildly in my chest. “Only you.” There are no truer words. We’ll always put Chloe first, but when it comes to anyone else, he’s the only person who matters. The one my body craves and who makes my soul complete.
His warm breath mixes with mine as he dips close, then his lips are on mine, possessing me. His hands slide down my ribs and disappear under my shirt. Fingers graze against the underside of my breast, then slowly make their way under my bra until he has my nipple in his grasp. Tweaking and teasing, he kisses me until I’m almost desperate and grinding against him.
“Can I see you, Kitten? Will you let me see every inch of this body?”
Whimpering, I nod, even as my apprehension skyrockets.
With more reverence than should be given to such a simple task, he guides my top over my head. Then his gaze is on my chest, and he kisses every area he sears with his eyes, as if he’s reacquainting himself with every inch.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin.
With two hands, he finds the zipper at the side of my skirt and lowers it. As he slides it down my legs, he takes my stockings with it. When he reaches my feet, I flatten my palms on his shoulders to steady myself.
From his position crouched before me, he hits me with a look filled with potent desire and licks his lips. “No panties?”
I run my thumb across his cheek, hoping to ease the silent war waging behind his eyes when he takes note of my lack of undergarments and pairs it with the knowledge that I was out on a date with his friend. “I never wear panties with stockings.”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “I’ll have to remember that.” He sets my clothes on the floor, and then he’s between my legs again, ghosting his palms up the outer edges as he stares up at me.
It’s an awkward angle, but I try not to squirm as his attention finally lands on the scar from my c-section. The line I’ve hidden from the world with one-piece bathing suits, high-waisted underwear, and a closed-off demeanor that meant I never gave myself completely to another human.
I’ve never been so happy with a decision in my life.
There wasn’t a moment in the last decade where I didn’t belong to this man.
Others saw it as an inability to love or to be loved, but the reality is that I’d given all my love to him. There was nothing left to give to another. And I know now that no other person could love me like this man does.
He presses his lips gently against the scar, and from under that messy blond hair, he looks up and shatters me. “Thank you,” he says firmly, his grip on my heart almost as tight as the one on my hips. “I love you so much.”
I drop my head back against the wall as he kisses a hot trail down my pubic bone. The moment his tongue slides between my lips, I buck against him and cry out.
He stills in response. “If you make a sound, I stop,” he warns. Then he kisses away the sting of his words and starts again.
With my lips folded in on themselves, I strain to stay quiet as he takes me slowly, drawing out my pleasure. Licking, teasing, fingering. Every touch undoes me, breaks down my walls, leaving me completely bare to him.
My legs tremble as my orgasm takes over. Without stopping, Jay looks up at me from his spot on the floor with a wicked glint in his eye as he silently dares me to stay quiet through it. Not wanting the pleasure to end, I squeeze my eyes shut as my orgasm rips through me. Jay’s soft chuckle vibrates against my clit, and he presses another soft kiss to it before sucking it into his mouth and moaning. “Such a fucking good girl tonight. Proud of you.”
Boneless, I practically fall when he stands and kisses my mouth, his tongue delving in, possessing me. I press back, needing a moment to breathe. To think. To remember what I want. “Baby, I need to see you. Please,” I beg.
Jay smirks. “You never have to beg, but I love when you do.”
I grip his shirt and pull it over his head quickly, gasping when I catch sight of his bare chest. “What is this?” I whisper, tracing the three stars tattooed across his ribs with my fingers. Two of the stars are black, but the one in the center is a pale yellow.
“A reminder of the only thing that has ever mattered to me. Star-crossed lovers. Written in the stars. Opposing ideas, obviously. Fated to love? Fated to hate? The truth is, Catherine, none of it mattered the moment I met you. One way or another, I always intended to rewrite the stars so I could make you the center of my universe.”
“That’s why the one in the middle is yellow?” I breathe, tracing it with my fingers. “Why are there three?”
Jay shrugs. “I have no idea why I chose three at the time. Maybe somehow my heart knew what my brain didn’t. That it was always meant to be the three of us.”
