“Take your clothes off and let me see how well I remember you.”
There it was. The lust and longing were there. The four years behind us had done little to demolish or lessen the way she responded to me. When she finally realizes she’ll never stop wanting it, I’m going to make her beg for it.
My cock came to life with the idea and because the feeling was one I remembered and didn’t want to let go, I decided to voice it.
“I might even make you beg for me to remember you.”
“You’ve got it wrong. I’ll never beg.”
“Angel, you already are. Each time your skin heats, your breath hitches, and your * drips in my presence, you’re begging for me to take you.”
I waited for a response, but none came. She was too busy staring at my now hard cock that I didn’t bother to conceal. I used the opportunity to run my fingers through her wild copper hair that drove me insane. The texture and feel of her wild mane slipping through my fingers was exactly how I remembered it.
With my hand in her hair and her face level with my cock, it was the perfect opportunity for me to feel her mouth on me again after four long years of being without.
All I would need to have that feeling again was a gentle tug.
The movement was so quick, I almost missed it, but when it happened again, I knew my eyes weren’t deceiving me. Her tongue darted out a third time to lick her lips as she stared at my cock stretching the material of my pants.
“Are you thirsty?” I found myself asking.
“Huh? Oh… what?” Her face scrunched up in confusion, causing the freckles on her face to dance.
“You keep licking your lips.”
“And?”
“While staring at my dick.” I laughed when she attempted to push me away, but her hands only gripped my abs. She came to her senses quicker than I liked and snatched away.
I shrugged and finished removing my shirt without moving from my position in front of her. When she realized my intent, her mouth opened and closed as she searched for something to say.
My pants were next, and with a flick of the button, she found her voice. “Can’t you keep them on?”
“I sleep naked. You remember.” It wasn’t a question. I held her gaze as I shed my pants. She remembered. “Look, none of us are getting out, anyway. I want a shower, but I can’t trust you not to run away.”
“Aren’t your guard dogs keeping watch?”
“I can’t keep them outside the door without attracting attention.” I could already see the wheels turning in her head. “But they are close,” I warned. “You would never make it out of the hotel.”
“Why didn’t we just go back to your place?”
“Do you miss it already?” I grinned.
“When did you become such a smart ass?”
My smile fell and the piercing in my chest returned. “Around the time you left me to become a cold-hearted bitch.”
Silently, with only my glare to pin her to her seat, I communicated everything I wouldn’t say out loud. She needed to know that her absence affected me. I wasn’t interested in her reasons, knowing that none of them would ever be good enough to make me understand.
The coded knock on the door was the only thing to break our connection. I ripped my gaze away, which set her free and stalked over to the door in only my boxers. Fisher delivered a status report along with two bags filled with women necessities and a bag for me, as well.
When the door closed behind my head of security, I returned to her and dropped the two bags next to her and then dug through the bag meant for me. She silently grabbed the bags and disappeared into the bathroom. I laughed when I heard the lock turn.
Minutes later, I heard the shower. My erection returned at the realization that she was naked on the other side of the door. With just a thought, she managed to make me feel like a horny seventeen-year-old again.
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SUMMER BEFORE SENIOR YEAR