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I shake my head. “I know you are, silly. But I was thinking about you being proficient in other things.”
He reaches for me and trails kisses on my neck, making me whimper aloud. “You question my proficiency in bed?”
“I’m aware you are quite proficient there, as well,” I tease, going to unbutton his shirt. “But I do remember when you used to strum my clit like you were toggling a Nintendo console button.”
He tips his head back and chortles. “Oh god, I did, didn’t I?”
I undo a second button and lean up to kiss him. “You did.”
“But we learned together, didn’t we?”
“Oh, yes, we did,” I purr.
“And I’d like to think I’ve picked up a few tricks—” His voice stops abruptly and his expression falls. I cease unbuttoning his shirt. “Sorry.”
“What?” I look into his eyes, which are filled with regret.
“That was a shitty thing to say, I shouldn’t talk about that with you. My past. Or the time between when we were together and now.”
I take his hand and lead him to the sofa, pulling him to sit next to me. “I’m not jealous.”
“You’re not?”
I tilt my head. “I don’t like to think about you being with another woman. Or women. But I also knew it was going to happen, and I understand. Temptation is difficult to avoid in this sport. I’m not naturally a jealous person.”
His nostrils flare. “But I am. I’m jealous of the men you’ve been with. I’d hear or read about you being with a guy and I’d get pissed. I’d be annoyed for days. Like when you were with that tech guy, the one with the bad hair. I saw you inVanity Fair, while I was on a plane.”
Which tech guy with the bad hair, there were so many, I almost say, but don’t. For some reason, his reaction shocks me, and I open my eyes wide.
“What? You never imagined I’d get jealous?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t think you cared that much.”
Didn’t think you cared because when I broke it off you let me go without a protest. You didn’t try to get me back. You accepted it, and drove the next race. Then you moved on to supermodels, actresses, and pop stars . . .
He licks his lips and looks at his hands, and for the first time since Miami he looks like the younger guy I once knew. “We have a lot of time to make up for, Lily.”
His words leave me breathless; I’m astonished that he’s capable of such depth of emotion—and all for me. My thoughts are filled with memories of us together, and I launch myself toward him, so I’m straddling his lap. He catches me easily, and we’re devouring each other in seconds.
We kiss deeply, fumbling with clothing and buttons. He’s trying to pull my dress over my head while I’m tugging his shirt off his body. Somehow he gets tangled in a sleeve and we break from the frenzy of undressing and laugh.
This only ends up making us kiss more. When he’s finally free from the sleeve, his hands reach around my back to fumble with my bra. He struggles to unhook it, which is kind of surprising. I figured he’d gotten quite good at that given all the women he’d slept with since we first met.
“I need help, baby,” he pleads.
I oblige. The moment the bra comes undone, I slide it off and toss it to the floor. He sucks in a breath at the sight of my naked breasts, then cradles them in his hands. The way he caresses them with the lightest touch, then digs his fingers into my flesh, proves he definitely wants to make up for lost time.
My hands are in his gloriously thick hair, tugging while I kiss. And his hands are around my waist, moving my body, no, grinding me over his erection. All I want is for us to be magically naked this second because of all the pent-up lust that’s built up over the last week.
“Can we move somewhere more comfortable?” I ask as I fiddle with his belt buckle.
“Mmm-hmm.” The question doesn’t seem to register because he’s caressing my hard nipples with his thumbs and staring at my breasts. His eyes have glazed over, like he’s in a trance.
“God, I’ve always loved these. They’re fucking perfect.”
I finally undo his belt and the top button of his pants, then squirm out of his grip to stand up. “Bed?”
He launches himself to his feet and we kiss while standing, my bare breasts brushing against his fever-hot skin. We take a few steps and kiss. While he’s pinning me against the wall, I unzip his fly, and by the time we get into the bedroom, we’re both not wearing anything.
