breasts. “I want the woman standing in front of me. The one who asked me to take her upstairs. The one who knows she can handle me. All of me.”
Holy hell!
“Am I wrong?” He pushed the bra from her shoulders, letting it fall on top of her discarded dress. “You’re more exquisite than I remember. In my dreams, you’re utter perfection, but standing here in front of me after all this time...” He brushed the back of his hand down her throat and over her breasts. “This is better than any fantasy I could come up with.”
“You dream about me?” She dropped her head, watching as he circled her nipple. She never expected to have been a memory in his mind through the years. Her head spun with these new revelations. Coming up here took on a new meaning. How could this be about sex now? There were too many emotions cluttering her mind.
“I’ve never forgotten you.” He lowered his head, pushing her breasts up and licking her nipples. “Your scent, the way you taste. The noises you make when I make you feel good. Do you remember how good I make you feel?”
She cupped the back of his head when he swirled his tongue along her sensitive nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
Sprinkling kisses across her breasts, he made his way back to her lips. “The way you say my name. The look in your eyes when you’re about to come. I’ve forgotten nothing, my goddess of love.”
She shook her head when he used his pet name for her. His Aphrodite or goddess of love. The memories came flooding back. She recalled how nervous she’d been the first night he took her. They were kids, fumbling in the dark. She wasn’t his first, but she didn’t care. He was hers and that night stayed with her for a long time. As the years they were together went by, they learned to explore in the bedroom. They were still too young to know what true pleasure was. The look in his eyes, the hunger she saw there, told her tonight was going to be different.
“Let me show you how much I’ve waited for this reunion. How long I’ve thought about it.” He picked her up in his strong arms and carried her around the corner to the king-size bed that faced the windows. The only light came from the city beneath them. It streamed in, creating enough gleam for her to see the intensity in his eyes when he set her on the bed. She got up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him as he moved his hands down her bare back.
“There isn’t a place on your body I’ll leave unexplored tonight.”
“I’d like to see your body too.” She tugged at the hem of his shirt. “I’m sure it’s even better than I remember.”
“I can get naked for you, baby.” He lifted his arms so she could help him out of his shirt.
As her gaze took in his muscular abs and chest, she couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips when she spotted his tattoo, the one he had gotten on her eighteenth birthday. Just below his left shoulder was her name written in dark, thick letters.
“You kept it.” She reached out and traced her fingers over the ink. “Why would you?”
“It’s kind of permanent.” He grinned. “It’s a tattoo.”
“You could have had it removed or inked over.” Her hands trembled when she realized how difficult she may have been. All this time she had been acting like a victim, but she never gave him the opportunity to tell her his reasons. “It must have been—”
“A constant reminder of what I had done?”
She nodded.
“I kept it,” he said as he pressed her hand against his chest, “because it’s part of who I am. That’s why I put it so close to my heart, remember?”
“So you would always know I was close.”
“And you were.” He gently kissed her lips. “There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you.”
“Don’t say that.” There were too many days when all she wanted to do was forget about him. After a few years, she had become almost successful at it too.
“It’s
Holy hell!
“Am I wrong?” He pushed the bra from her shoulders, letting it fall on top of her discarded dress. “You’re more exquisite than I remember. In my dreams, you’re utter perfection, but standing here in front of me after all this time...” He brushed the back of his hand down her throat and over her breasts. “This is better than any fantasy I could come up with.”
“You dream about me?” She dropped her head, watching as he circled her nipple. She never expected to have been a memory in his mind through the years. Her head spun with these new revelations. Coming up here took on a new meaning. How could this be about sex now? There were too many emotions cluttering her mind.
“I’ve never forgotten you.” He lowered his head, pushing her breasts up and licking her nipples. “Your scent, the way you taste. The noises you make when I make you feel good. Do you remember how good I make you feel?”
She cupped the back of his head when he swirled his tongue along her sensitive nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
Sprinkling kisses across her breasts, he made his way back to her lips. “The way you say my name. The look in your eyes when you’re about to come. I’ve forgotten nothing, my goddess of love.”
She shook her head when he used his pet name for her. His Aphrodite or goddess of love. The memories came flooding back. She recalled how nervous she’d been the first night he took her. They were kids, fumbling in the dark. She wasn’t his first, but she didn’t care. He was hers and that night stayed with her for a long time. As the years they were together went by, they learned to explore in the bedroom. They were still too young to know what true pleasure was. The look in his eyes, the hunger she saw there, told her tonight was going to be different.
“Let me show you how much I’ve waited for this reunion. How long I’ve thought about it.” He picked her up in his strong arms and carried her around the corner to the king-size bed that faced the windows. The only light came from the city beneath them. It streamed in, creating enough gleam for her to see the intensity in his eyes when he set her on the bed. She got up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him as he moved his hands down her bare back.
“There isn’t a place on your body I’ll leave unexplored tonight.”
“I’d like to see your body too.” She tugged at the hem of his shirt. “I’m sure it’s even better than I remember.”
“I can get naked for you, baby.” He lifted his arms so she could help him out of his shirt.
As her gaze took in his muscular abs and chest, she couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips when she spotted his tattoo, the one he had gotten on her eighteenth birthday. Just below his left shoulder was her name written in dark, thick letters.
“You kept it.” She reached out and traced her fingers over the ink. “Why would you?”
“It’s kind of permanent.” He grinned. “It’s a tattoo.”
“You could have had it removed or inked over.” Her hands trembled when she realized how difficult she may have been. All this time she had been acting like a victim, but she never gave him the opportunity to tell her his reasons. “It must have been—”
“A constant reminder of what I had done?”
She nodded.
“I kept it,” he said as he pressed her hand against his chest, “because it’s part of who I am. That’s why I put it so close to my heart, remember?”
“So you would always know I was close.”
“And you were.” He gently kissed her lips. “There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you.”
“Don’t say that.” There were too many days when all she wanted to do was forget about him. After a few years, she had become almost successful at it too.
“It’s
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