He was just inside me a few hours ago, but the anticipation of having him again in my bed is enough to make me loopy. But, that’s what happens when you stupidly decide that beds are off-limits during your casual bullshit phase. What the hell was I even thinking? I mean, yes I was trying to not fall in love with this man, which was inevitable. I convinced myself that beds were too intimate and it would be best if we didn’t go there. Seriously the worst idea of my life. I’ve paid the price severely for that horrible judgment call, having spent the last eighty-five days wallowing in my bed which didn’t contain any memories of him. But, that bullshit is all in the past and gazing down at him right now, I can’t believe I ever initiated the no-bed rule. His body belongs in my bed.
I stare down at him and take in the perfection beneath me. Hair a mess and green eyes wild with lust. My hands run up his chest, feeling every inch of him as he slides further up the bed. I lean down and trail my tongue over the lines of his muscles, every cut and every dip. He moans against my lips as I trail higher, kissing and licking his neck. I close my eyes as his hands run up my thighs, stopping and playing with the clips of my garter. His thumb runs over my aching clit and dips in my wetness.
“God, you’re so fucking wet. Is this killing you? Not having my cock in you right now?”
Oh, the dirty talking. Reese is a master at everything dirty, and he knows it. I bring my mouth down against his, rough and needy as I whimper against his lips. He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks on it as my hands find his belt. It’s hard to concentrate, especially when he’s doing that thing I love with his tongue. You know, the thing he does really fucking well when his head’s between my legs. Yeah, that thing. Except he’s doing it to my mouth, and I’m panting, moaning, stroking my tongue against his as his belt is finally removed. I work his zipper and slide his pants down, gripping his length in my hand. He tenses and throws his head back.
“Christ, I need you. You’re right. Fuck taking our time.”
In one quick motion, he’s on top of me and I’m being pressed into the mattress.
My mattress.
My fucking bed.
Fuck, this is Heaven.
His mouth is on my neck, licking and kissing as my eyes roll back into my head. His warm, minty breath blows across my skin, goose bumps immediately forming on the surface. I open my eyes and lock onto his, deep-green pools of emerald burning into mine with that intensity. His intensity. My hands grip his shoulders as he positions himself there. Right there. Christ, I’m so horny I might actually combust before he enters me.
“Reese, please. Get in me already.”
He laughs softly and hovers there, running his length up and down my slick *. “Tell me what you want, Dylan. I wanna hear you say it.”
I moan loudly as he presses against my clit. But I don’t talk; no, I’ll let him ask me again. Because I know he will.
“Dylan.” He drops his head, pressing his forehead against mine. His neck rolls with a deep swallow. “Fucking say it.”
I close my eyes and tilt my head up, bringing our lips together. “Just you,” I whisper. “I never stopped thinking about you. Not for one second.” I open my eyes and see him studying my face as if he hasn’t seen it in years. He’s caressing me with his sight, delicately memorizing every inch of me. My hands grab his face, my thumbs lightly stroking his cheeks. We’ve been apart for eighty-five days.
“Eighty-five days. Did you…” I stop talking and see his eyes read what I was going to say. But I can’t say it. Because even though he had every right to be with other women, I suddenly realize I don’t want to picture it.
“No.” His hand brushes my hair off my forehead, tucking it behind my ear. “I tried, though. I wanted to forget you, because it was fucking killing me. Images of you, in my mind. They were constant.” His Adam’s apple rolls in his throat and he lets out a shaky breath, still holding himself at my entrance. “I went out a few times to pick up someone, but I’d end up leaving almost immediately after I got there. And then I’d just go home and give in to it. I’d let myself think of you. Or I’d go for a really long run, which only made me think of you even more.”
My eyes rake over his sculpted upper body, looking even leaner than it had a little over two months ago. His muscles are even more defined, the edges more rigid. “Have you been running a lot?”