The second his mouth touched hers, her world went up in flames. She was whisked back to the stand of trees where they’d made love for the very first time.
Those remembered emotions were wild and heady. He’d been her first. And God, she’d been so sure he would be her last.
For all she knew, maybe he would be.
So why not let him kiss her? Why not let him take her back down forgotten paths and help her remember just how good they’d been together?
As if she could ever forget.
Her arms slid up his back, her hands hooking over his shoulders as if afraid he might pull away.
He didn’t. Instead he deepened the kiss, one of his legs edging between hers in a way that made her mouth go dry. His tongue touched her lips, and she opened to him immediately, giving him access to everything that was inside of her. And then he was right there, sliding, touching, moving.
Oh God. Her hips instinctively sought him out, pressing into him in a way that left no doubt what she was feeling. What she wanted.
He knew. She could tell by the way his arm curled around her waist, trapping her against him. If anyone saw them, they would swear they were frozen in place. But Patty was anything but frozen. What was happening between them was for them alone. And she was aware of every millimeter of movement happening inside her mouth. Against the heart of her, where the muscles of his thigh were rippling against her, making her gasp for breath.
He whispered against her lips, “Hell, I’ve missed this. Missed you.”
He wasn’t the only one. A roar of remembered emotions poured over her. Except these weren’t memories. They were here. Now. Rematerializing from somewhere inside of her.
When he bent her back against his arm, her knees buckled, and he followed her down to the carpeting on his office floor.
Hands grappled with clothing as they struggled to get closer to each other, Patty’s hips lifting as he pushed her skirt up. A zipper snicked, and then her hand slid around his warm, familiar flesh.
Her eyes closed as she savored this moment, capturing his groan with her mouth. This was what she wanted. What she needed.
She felt him suddenly shift, and her lids flew open, eyes finding his.
“Shh…just needed something.”
So did she, so she wasn’t sure what he was…
Oh. His hand covered hers as he sheathed himself. A quick stab of disappointment went through her at not having that skin-to-skin contact.
But maybe she could still drive him crazy the way she once had by…
She tightened her hand around him and pumped.
“Hell, Patty, I need you to stop.” He gripped her hand, carrying it up beside her head. When she gave what she hoped was a seductive smile, he leaned down and nipped her lip. “You think you’re so smart, do you?”
His body covered hers, and she suddenly didn’t think she was smart at all. Because he’d trapped both her hands and held them there, while his body slid against hers, his flesh somehow able to touch just the right place, teasing it. Applying pressure. Movement. Until she was arching against him, desperately trying to find him.
And then he was there, filling her beyond belief, thrusting until she couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a sharp cry, she let herself tumble down a familiar mountain, where there was no pain. Or fear. Just a clenching of muscles that gripped her senses as he pumped his way to completion. Then he slowly eased her to the bottom, softening her landing with kisses and wordless murmurs that touched her in ways she didn’t understand.And then it was done.
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