His gaze was warm in the muted light. "I should ask the same of you."
He reached down, brushing his knuckles along my cheek before letting his hand trail down the curve of my neck like he was savoring every inch.
Softly, he said, "I missed you."
"I missed you, too." My breath caught in my throat. "And you know what?"
"What?"
"You should kiss me."
I didn't need to ask twice. He moved forward, and his mouth claimed mine even as my fingers dove into his hair, tugging him closer while his hands slid under the hem of my shirt.
His palms were warm on my bare skin. Against my throat, he murmured, "You're wearing way too many clothes."
I was gasping now. "So are you."
"Yeah, but you first," he said, lifting the hem of my shirt and pulling the whole thing off – including my simple pullover bra – with practiced ease. I let myself fall back onto the bed, already breathless, my skin tingling from the warmth of his touch.
I barely had time to laugh before he pulled back and dropped to his knees in front of me, his fingers hooking intothe waistband of my shorts. He dragged them down slowly, his mouth leaving a trail of heat down the inside of my thigh.
My hips shifted, already aching for more. With a yank of my panties, I was bare, eager, and trembling with need.
When I started to sit up, he raised his head to say, "Lie back."
I was nearly too dazed to think. "Why?"
"Why do you think?" He grinned. "Now do it before I take you here and now."
I made a sound that was half protest, half groan. "But Iwantyou to take me."
"AndIwant to take my time. Have I mentioned I've been missing you?" Softer now, he added, "Let's make it last." And then, he lowered his head and let his tongue trail across that special spot.
Sweet mercy, yes.He didn't need to ask again. With a moan of pure bliss, I stretched out on the ridiculously fluffy bed while his mouth worked a special kind of magic.
First, he kissed the inside of my thigh, slow and reverent, before doing it again – closer this time. When his mouth found me yet again, it was like falling into heat and velvet as my hips rose and fell.
He started with featherlight strokes, teasing me with the flat of his tongue before circling back to exactly where I needed him most. I gasped, the sound catching in my throat as he pressed in deeper, more purposeful now, like he knew my body better than I knew it myself.
His hands gripped my hips, anchoring me while his tongue explored with a rhythm that was just a little maddening. He kept going, playing my body just right.
I arched against him, helpless and aching, chasing every flick and swirl. "Oh, wow," I breathed, one hand sliding into his hair, the other fisting the coverlet. He made a sound low in his throat– satisfied and hungry – and the vibration alone had me nearly undone.
When he drew my swollen center into his mouth and sucked, I finally shattered. My whole body clenched as the electric pulse bloomed through me in waves.
He didn't let up – not until I was trembling and gasping his name like it was the only one I'd ever known.
And then, he looked up, his eyes burning with satisfied heat. "You were saying?"
Goodness.I could hardly think, let alone speak. With something between a laugh and a groan, I managed to say, "Bed. Here. Now."
He gave a low, satisfied chuckle. "Say what?"
I reached out with both hands and said, half-pleading, half-teasing, "You're so far away."
With his gaze locked on mine, he stood and moved toward me, all slow, deliberate power. "Andyou'renaked."
"Yeah?" I motioned him closer. "Andyou'llbe, too, if you get your ass over here."
