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DORIAN

I’m faintly aware of my shallow, rapid breathing as I await her response.

Say yes. Tell me to fuck you.

Her flushed cheeks, swollen, wet lips, and shallow breaths say her body’s on board, but what’s going on in that brilliant mind of hers?

Those light blue irises, the color of the sky in my fantasies, flash, pupils immersive. Her fingers thread through the strands on the back of my head, and her eyelids flutter closed as she pulls me down.

Yes .

I shudder in relief.

While a part of me wants to strip her in seconds and reclaim her with one violent thrust, I shut that instinct down. I’ve dreamed of this for too long. We’ve been apart for years, but she is my recurring dream. So many times, when I’ve been with others, she’s the one I’ve seen when I close my eyes.

No, I finally have her again, and I’ll take my time. Ensure she remembers how good we can be together.

With her gaze locked on mine, her fingers grip the frayed edges of my sweatshirt, and she lifts the garment over her head, leaving only her bra.

She’s tentative, perhaps uncertain of my reaction.

But she doesn’t need to be. She’s beautiful.

Graceful. Seductive. The soft points of her nipples push against the lace of her bra, their pale pink a whisper through the lace.

The shade will darken when sucked, and the sensitive skin peaks.

She leans back, flattening her stomach, telling me to carry on.

Light reflects on two shiny diamonds in her belly button. I rub my thumb over the piercing, questioning.

“When did you do this?”

“Do you hate it?”

“Did you do it for yourself?” Or because you thought I’d hate it?

“I wanted it.” Defiance flickers in those cerulean eyes.

I flick the side of my finger over the diamond’s edge, then caress her soft, smooth skin.

Her tongue flicks over her top lip, and the corner of her lips lifts into a seductive smile.

“I love it.” It’s the truth. I can’t wait to see her in a string bikini. But that’s me, jumping ahead. There are much more important measures at hand.

I grip the rolled-up band of sweats and yank, pulling them and her panties over her bottom, thighs, and up off her legs, sending them sailing into the air.

“Wait. Do you have cameras?” Her gaze travels up the wall. Of course, she saw the security cameras.

“Internal cameras disengage when I’m home.”

Her smile widens. “That’s what I thought.”

“Did you now?”

We grin at each other, and I have half a mind to tweak her nipple for trying to play off that she hadn’t seen the cameras nesting above.

She pushes up and removes my shirt. Her touch on my skin, her active undressing of me while she’s nearly nude, is enough to bring that urge to take her fast and hard roaring back.

With my shirt gone and her task accomplished, she drops her chin, looking me over appreciatively. She pushes me back until I’m reclining into the cushion and trails kisses down my chest until she arrives at a nipple and sucks, twirling her tongue.

That’s my game she’s playing, and the action has the desired effect.

Fuck. I’m so hard. My fingers itch to take over, but what she’s doing feels too good. Just having her fingers on me, her hot mouth…

She bites playfully, then rubs the pad of her thumb over the nipped skin. She presses her body against mine, then pulls back, her expression full of questions and concern.

“What are we doing?”

Her question tells me that I’ve let things slow down too much, and questions are creeping in. That won’t do.

“Acting on our desires.”

I roll her pliant body under me, hissing as our chests meld, the first skin-on-skin contact we’ve had in far too many years. I find her center and press my hand over her, moving it back and forth just the way she likes it.

She releases a throaty moan that risks undoing me.

“Patience.”

My directive is as much for me as for her.

She reaches for my jeans, but I tsk.

Possession. That’s the goal.

My lips nibble along her slender neck, biting and sucking until she squirms. I continue to her breasts, tugging at the lace, exposing her right breast, kneading it, sucking on the nipple, swirling my tongue. Her fingers scrape my scalp, toying with me as I play with her.

She pulls away, letting me know she’s almost had too much, and I repeat the actions with her left breast. With one hand, I unsnap her bra and leave it dangling off her shoulders as I descend, licking and kissing my way down.

She lifts her knees, spreading her thighs.

I touch her, lifting my gaze to meet hers as I do. Her chest rises and falls slowly.

“You’re wet.”

She swallows and gives a quick nod.

I drop my mouth, tasting her. She gasps and fists my hair.

I’ve missed this. I didn’t pleasure her nearly enough when I had her.

As my mouth works her over, my finger plunders her core, stretching her tight heat, smooth as silk.

I continue on and on, revelling in her moans and the slight shifts.

Her hips roll, and her thighs tighten around my ears.

And that’s it; she comes. My fingers stop moving, and my tongue presses firmly against her clit, letting her orgasm linger.

She swipes her forehead and gulps for air.

“God, I forgot how good you are at that.”

“Hmm. I didn’t forget how good you taste.”

She suppresses a laugh. I can tell she’s holding back by the way she covers her mouth hastily with the back of her hand and the way her eyes glow with amusement.

She’s the most beautiful thing. Willowy. Elegant. Long blonde strands strewn about, undone.

Can she read my mind? Does she have any idea how much I adore her? How much I still love her?

She pushes up, and the couch squeaks as she shifts lower. She palms the bulge in my jeans, and I close my eyes. Fuck yes.

The pressure as her hand molds to my crotch, rubbing me through my jeans, is divine.

“Jesus.” The prayer slips from my soul.

My brain clouds with lust, watching as she works on my zipper and fumbles with my jeans and briefs. I roll onto my back, assisting her.

Her slender fingers wrap around me, and she bends, and as lovely as the thought is, I don’t think I can wait anymore.

I squeeze her shoulder. “I need you.”

Fuck, I want her so badly my dick aches and my muscles quiver.

She moves up my body, her chest inches from mine, her nipples grazing my skin, leaving a burning fire in their wake.

Her lips cover mine, and I hungrily probe her mouth with my tongue, holding her in place, luxuriating in the weight of her body over mine, the pressure of her weight squeezing my erection between our bodies.

She shifts, straddling me, and captures my dick with her glistening pussy. The heat, the warmth, it’s too much, and my gaze rolls upwards to the ceiling.

Light snowflakes swirl, and the fire crackles. The overhead lights gleam like stars.

She drags my tip through her slit, and my attention zeroes in on us.

“Do we need a condom?” She sounds breathless, but her hips continue to move in a mesmerizing motion.

“I’m clean.”

I risk a glance up at her.

“It’s been a long time for me,” she says.

My gaze locks on hers.

“How long?” We’ve been apart seven years. There have been others, I know.

“Years.”

Her answer dashes the unrealistic hope I subconsciously harbored that she’d say seven years, but I’ve got no rights. Only a fool would expect she’s steered clear of men.

“I’ve been tested,” I say, returning my attention to my crown, gliding across her seam, back and forth to a beat she’s creating. “It’s been a long time for me, too.”

“I’m on the pill.”

I wouldn’t honestly care if she weren’t. I want nothing between us. If she got pregnant, I’d be ecstatic. The thought strikes me as all kinds of wrong, but she positions me at her entrance, obliterating all additional thoughts.

“For cramps,” she breathes out, and it takes several seconds before my fogged brain connects the dots.

She slowly takes me, stretching around me.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Heaven. She feels like heaven.

“Told you it’s been a while.”

The vision before me is enough to make me lose control. I heave up, capturing her in my arms, forcing her mouth to mine, as deep inside her as I can be.

Our kiss is fire. The flames lap from my groin through my spine. The urge to move builds. She tightens her hips, rocking down on me.

Instinct takes charge, and I flip her over, giving in to primal needs, slamming into her at a punishing pace. I’m so fucking close I have to slow, gather my bearings, and remember I need her quivering. I pull out, buying time, and she whimpers.

I maneuver her onto her side, lift her leg, and enter her from behind. My fingers find her mound, marked with her juices. I work her with my fingers, matching my penetrating rhythm.

The smell of sex fills the room, and I bury my nose in her neck. I scrape my teeth along the sensitive skin and nibble her earlobe; her spine curves.

“I’m close. I’m going to?—”

“I know, baby.”

I’m not sure who comes first. For me, it’s like a dam released. I don’t normally come from this angle, but fuck, it’s a miracle I lasted this long. Perspiration coats our skin, and our breaths are rapid.

Minutes pass as my breathing evens, my mind clearing from the intoxicating haze of Caroline.

The Italian leather sofa—a forty-thousand-dollar mistake, according to one interior designer—clings to my damp skin.

The great room’s temperature-controlled environment does nothing to ward off the chill of separation when she moves.

“I’ve got to get up,” she mumbles.

I groan, my version of a complaint.

“I suppose we were bound to do that.” She pushes up, and her feet hit the floor with a finality that puts me on edge. Her long blond hair cascades midway down her back, and my gaze follows the curve of her spine to the dip above her perky ass. “Needed to get that out of our systems.”

“You’re joking, right?”

She bends, gathering her clothes—well, my clothes that she wore—and heads down the hall, presumably to a bathroom.