Page 474 of One More Kiss
“What do you say we skip dinner and go right to dessert?” I ask against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
I feel her chest moving rapidly as she breathlessly responds, “Yes.” It’s a whispered plea, and I don’t waste any time. My lips on hers, her hands on me, our bodies pressed together as if we’ll float away without the weight of the other.
“Tell me what you want, Vada,” I murmur in her ear.
“You.”
Wrapping my arms around her hips, I dig my nails into her ass and squeeze. Lifting her up, she circles her legs around me, and I carry her to the table.
“I can’t wait any longer, I have to taste you.” After setting her down, I kneel and part her legs just enough for my hand to slide up her leg and tug at her panties. “Red is officially my new favorite color.” I smirk, looking up at her as she blushes.
Sliding her panties all the way down, I pull off her heels and toss them aside. “When I’m done devouring you for dessert, I want you bent over this table wearing only those heels.”
“Oh my God…” She moans, leaning back on her elbows. “You’re giving me way too much book material.” She smiles, and I know she’s not joking.
“I’d be happy to give you more inspiration…I have all night, sweetheart.” I meet her eyes and wink before parting her legs farther. Hooking her knee over my shoulder, I kiss a line until I reach the sweetness in between her legs. “Goddammit, Vada,” I growl, flattening my tongue against her slit. “I’ve been craving this for months. Fuck.”
She releases a throaty moan as I find her clit and circle it with my tongue. Her fingers wrap around my biceps, and her nails dig in as I slide my tongue inside her.
“Vada…” I breathe out, desperately.
“Ethan…” she whimpers in return.
I bring my hand up her thigh and rub the pad of my thumb along her clit as I kiss along her inner thigh. My fingers slide down her pussy and push inside her tight cunt. Her hips buck at the intrusion, and she bellows out another moan.
“Do you know how fucking mad at you I was when you left me, Vada…” I slip a second finger inside her. She stretches her neck and looks at me with hooded eyes. I push in deeper. “I lost my shit when I realized you were really gone. Your luggage was gone. The drawers in the cottage were empty. You took the last sliver of hope I felt and ripped it to fucking shreds.” I increase the pace, finger fucking her hard and fast.
“Ethan…” she begins, but she bites her bottom lip, and a moan slips through them.
“I called and texted you a hundred times. For the first time in years, I felt something. I hadn’t realized it until you left, and my heart broke all over again.”
“Ethan, stop talking…” she orders, and I spread her legs wider and sink in deeper. The more I think about it now, the angrier I get, knowing she could’ve called or texted me so we could’ve worked it out. I still would’ve given her space to finish her book, but I was left in limbo.
“Aunt Millie told me to go to you. She said to fight for you, Vada. I wanted to, tried to convince myself I should, but I couldn’t bear the thought of you telling me to leave or that the feelings were no longer mutual. So I fucking chickened out. Sent you flowers instead. Tried telling myself it was for the best, that one week with you was enough.”
“Ethan, please…” she begs, her eyes filling with tears.
I slow my rhythm but don’t stop.
“I’ve been lying to myself for twelve fucking months, hoping you’d realize how much you meant to me and come back to me, but now that I have you here with me, all I want is for you to know how much you hurt me…”
“Ethan…” she begs louder. “I’m sorry!” I rotate my wrist and slide my finger in and out of her again. “Fuck. I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye. It’s been torturing me ever since.” Her honest words fuel my anger even more.
“Then why didn’t you come back sooner and let me explain?” I fire back. “I needed you as much as you needed me.”
She winces before her body tenses, and I feel her tighten around me. Her orgasm starts to build, and she’s no longer in control as she arches her back and releases a deep, desperate moan. Desperate for more, desperate for me.
“I was scared,” she finally admits. “I’m still scared.”
Standing up, I push my fingers inside my mouth and taste her sweetness.
“Don’t be, because, for the first time in six years, I’m not. I know exactly what I want.”
She adjusts her body and sits up so she can look up into my eyes. Reaching for me, she wraps her petite hands in mine. “Isn’t getting closure this time a much better ending to our story?”
“This isn’t the end, baby. We’re just beginning.”
