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“No, no. Not yet you don’t.” He slows down. Presses his forehead against mine. “I didn’t wait four years to have you getting off that fast.”
“Please…”
“We’re not anywhere near done.”
“I can come again.” I thrust my hips up against him. He pulls back and pins me with his hands. “Behave. We’re coming together.”
I whimper. Growl out his name, “Hunter.”
He kisses me again and I swear it’s the best kiss of my flippin life. When he pulls away, he growls, “We’re coming together. No ifs, ands, or buts.”
And he wasn’t kidding. Every single time I get close, he stops. I want to scream. But I can feel his erection growing thicker and his thrusts growing stronger and I know he’s getting closer. I reach my hand down and feel my slick folds where his flesh meets mine. I know he always loved my hands on him.
“Rach,” he groans. It feels so good to be with him, with a lover that I know and who knows my body.
“I missed this,” I whisper.
His eyes snap open and he drills right into me with those amazing gray eyes that see right into my heart.
”I’ve thought about you every day.”
I nod. “Me too.”
He curls his arms around me tightly, pulling me against his slick chest. “Scream my name, Rach.”
I nod. I know I will. He drives into me a dozen hard times. And I shatter. I scream his name until I’m hoarse.
CHAPTER 8
The bed shifts as I roll over onto my side, curling around my lovely bed mate. Rachel’s hair tickles my nose. Uh oh.
Before I can stop myself, I sneeze in her ear.
Rachel sits bolt upright in the bed.
“Damn. I’m so sorry.”
She flops back onto the bed. “It’s been a long time since someone sneezed in my ear.”
Smiling, I nuzzle into her hair, drawing in her sweet scent. “Mmmm, I’m glad to hear that.”
The soft darkness of night wraps around us. I have things in my chest that need to be said.
I owe her that. But every time I open my mouth, the sounds just won’t come out. I have no clue where this is going but I want to see her again.
Because even though I wasn’t ready for her back then, she put some kind of spell on me that I have yet to shake.
How do you talk about the past without fear of ruining the future? How do you think about the future without talking about the past?
Pulling Rachel closer, I stare into the darkness, listening to her soft breathing.
“Hunter?”
“Yeah?”
“What happened after that summer?”
Shit.
