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“Everyone is off at Will and Linley’s. They’re having some kind of dinner party thing over there.”
“And you’re missing it?” I tilted my head at him as he shrugged.
“I had plans.”
I didn’t wait for him to walk around and open my own door for me, sliding out on my own. My shoes hit the gravel with a crunch, and I followed Gunner up the stairs, the squeak under my feet piercing the tension between us.
The moment my leg had brushed his, it had been over for me. I hadn’t slept with anyone in years, and he had set me on fire with just that simple touch…
Just like he always had.
“This is the lounge.” He gestured around him as we stepped inside, and I took in the surprisingly pristine area. It reminded me of a speakeasy of some sort, with an impressive bar centered at the back. “Do you want anything to drink?”
I shook my head. “I don’t drink.”
“Well then, let’s not start.” He grabbed my hand, his touch burning mine as he led me out of the lounge and down a hallway off to the left. “This is where my room is.” Gunner opened the third door on the right and flipped on the light as we stepped in.
“This is your room?” I glanced around it, noting just how clean it was. There was a king-sized bed in the center of the room, draped with a Harley Davidson quilt. The walls were lined with black bookshelves—and full of books. “I didn’t think you liked to read.”
“Yeah…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s a habit I picked up in some of my downtime.”
“Right, downtime…” The word sounded funny when he said it, but I didn’t want to press. “That’s a good habit to pick up.”
“Mmm, you know what else is a good habit to pick up?” He turned to me, tugging my hand and pulling me into his chest.
I could hardly breathe as the woodsy scent of his cologne filled my nostrils. Innately, my fingers ran down the front of his white t-shirt, a mixture of familiar and unknown pulsing under every touch. His free hand fell to my chin, lifting it so that we met eyes.
And then he lifted me off the ground the way he used to, all to close the height difference between us. My legs instinctually wrapped around his waist, and his hard shaft pressed against my crotch through my jeans.
Ugh.
“I can’t believe you’re fucking here,” he murmured, brushing his nose against mine.
“Well, here I am,” I breathed out, our lips only an inch or so apart.
“Here you are,” he whispered, then pressed his lips to mine. Sparks exploded as he dove his tongue into my mouth, and I let him, hungrily taking in his taste. He groaned as his hands crept to my ass, running along the curves—much bigger than they were the last time he had touched me.
He carried me to the bed, tossing me onto the soft quilt, his eyes raking over my form with greed. “Fuck, I never thought I’d see you again, and you’re so much sexier than even my mind could remember.”
I was at a loss for words staring back into his green eyes, dusted with a lace of gold. He leaned over my body, his fingers undoing the button of my jeans. He held eye contact as he tugged them down my hips, revealing pastel pink lace underwear.
“You’re gorgeous.” Gunner dropped my jeans to the floor, running his fingers along the tan skin of my legs. He left a trail of goosebumps, and the higher he crept, the tighter my pussy clenched, aching to feel his touch.
“Gunner…” My eyes closed as his calloused hands slipped beneath the lace, caressing my skin. My breath hitched as he slid between my wet folds, and the groan of satisfaction he let out left me feeling lightheaded with arousal.
“You’re so wet for me,” he padded against my clit the way he used to, driving me fucking crazy. I had been with other men since him—not many—but a few, and none had ever been able to make me feel the way he had.
And it was ecstasy to experience it again.
His free hand pulled my underwear down, and I shifted my hips to help him as he continued to touch me. The room's cool air left me with a shiver as my lower half was fully exposed. Gunner pulled his hand from me before motioning for the rest of my clothing to come off.
“I just want to fucking see all of you,” he growled, pulling my t-shirt over my head. It exposed the matching pink bra—which I had wornjustin case. “Look at those,” he palmed my breasts through the thin material, and my nipples stood erect for him. A soft moan escaped my lips as he unsnapped it from the front. My full chest dropped free, and I felt a tinge of red hit my cheeks.
They had changed a lot since having Iris.
“Your fucking tits are my favorite,” he growled, not even seeming to notice that they were much less perky than before. Gunner fingered my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I bit down on my bottom lip as he sucked harder, my pussy reacting by pooling more moisture between my legs. As if he knew, his hand ran along my bare skin, going back to the place that he had started.
Gunner played with my clit, but this time he teased my entrance with a finger, sending a wave of need through my body.
