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SIXTEEN

Blake

Her lips are as sweet as I remember, soft and warm and pliable. They yield to mine as I take a moment to savor the connection. She’s familiar but also new, an older, more mature version of the teenage girl I once loved so fiercely.

And it all comes back as I nibble her lower lip, something she used to love.

I don’t know how or why I remember that, but it feels like the right move, taking my time as I rediscover the Rowan I knew.

Her lips part as she shifts, and I tug her onto my lap.

“There. That’s more comfortable.” I wrap an arm around her waist and drop my mouth back to hers, continuing to skim and tease and nibble. I’ve never been the kind of guy to just stuff my tongue in someone’s mouth. There’s an art to kissing, and while there’s obviously a time for passion, it’s about more than that. It’s about letting a woman know you value her—whether it’s for the night or the week or forever.

“Blake…” Her breath is warm against my face.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. You?” I pause to look into her eyes. As much as I want this, I only want it if she does too.

“I do. I just… don’t want things to go bad.”

“They won’t. I promise. If you want me to go back to Phoenix and not look back, I will. You have my word.”

Instead of responding, she presses her lips to mine and this time there’s nothing exploratory or playful—she knows what she wants and she needs me to give it to her. I slide my tongue between her lips and coax hers out. The moment they collide it’s like a simmering ember explodes into flames.

I’d all but forgotten how it feels to touch her, kiss her, be intimate with her.

Her body is warm and soft, but also hard and muscular, and it fits perfectly against mine. My cock is so excited to have her rubbing and gently grinding on my lap, and I know she feels it too.

“I may have been exaggerating about that micro-penis thing,” she whispers with a sexy smirk.

“Yeah, I know.” I go back to kissing her, but now I’m letting my hands wander too. She’s still wearing the athletic pants and long-sleeve top she wears on game days, and it’s molded to her body, preventing me from being able to explore the way I want to. So I nudge her top up a little, allowing me to come in contact with her soft, silky skin.

Is it even softer than I remember?

How is that possible?

She has an incredible body. I know that just from seeing her at the arena, working out or working on us or on the ice. I remember thinking her breasts were big as a teenager, but they were actually the perfect size; not too big, not too small. A perfect handful. Maybe even a mouthful.

I slide my tongue against hers, deepening the kiss and letting my fingers work their way under her sports bra. I don’t even care about her breasts, as long as I can keep touching her.

“This feels way too constrictive,” I whisper.

“It is.” She lifts her arms, and I manage to get both her shirt and the bra off together.

“Oh fuck, they’re beautiful,” I murmur, staring at her breasts.

Bigger than I remember.

But not big.

Perfect .

“Touch me, Blake. Please .”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I skim my lips across her jaw, down her throat, and then start nibbling my way lower and lower, until I reach one round, fat raspberry nipple. My mouth waters as I suck it in, using the fingers of my other hand to pinch the other. She arches her chest against me, and I suck a little harder, pinch a little harder.

“Oh, shit, I love that.” Her voice is breathy, soft, filled with lust.

And my dick is so fucking hard.

I switch to the other breast, kneading the soft round globes and alternating kissing, biting, and licking.

“Still sensitive,” I murmur. “Tell me when it’s too much.”

“It’ll never be too much. I like it a little rough.”

Good lord, she might kill me.

And I’d die a happy man.

“I can do rough,” I say. “Just let me know if I push it.”

“Mmmkay.” She lifts her gaze to mine and the look in her eyes sends my cock into overdrive.

She’s so passionate.

Open.

Honest.

She wants this— me —and isn’t afraid to show me.

It’s always been that way.

“We should take this inside,” I say in a gruff voice. “We don’t need the city of L.A. watching us fuck.”

“They might enjoy it,” she teases.

“Yeah, but this is private.” I lift to my feet, scooping her up in my arms. “Couch or bed?”

“Bed.” She nestles against my chest as I pad through the living room to the bedroom. She’s solid, but not heavy, and we sink into the mattress together.

“I don’t know what I want to do first,” I whisper.

“I just need you to keep touching me.”

“Let’s get the rest of these clothes off, and then we could touch each other all we want.”

We undress quickly, and despite the ten years or so since I last saw her naked, she doesn’t seem embarrassed or shy. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. She slides off her pants slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. They rake over my torso when I pull off my shirt, and the gleam in her eyes tells me she likes what she sees.

Then it’s my turn to ogle as she slips off her panties and she’s lying there completely naked.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I say. “I remember always thinking you were the sexiest girl alive—and now you’re the sexiest woman alive.”

“I think you might be biased.”

“You got a problem with that?”

“I don’t.”

I roll onto my side and pull her against me, so our bodies are pressed together. “Is this enough contact?”

“It won’t be enough until you’re inside of me,” she says, “but we’re not in a rush.”

“No, we’re not.” I brush an errant strand of hair out of her eyes. “However, I wasn’t planning on getting laid tonight, babe, so I didn’t bring any condoms.”

“That’s okay. I’ve got some.” She slides off the bed and pads into the bathroom. She’s back twenty seconds later and drops a handful of foil packets on the bed.

“Come here, baby.” I hold out my arms, and she moves into them easily. Naturally. Like we’ve always done this. Because we have.

I take a few minutes to explore her body, her skin, the sounds she makes as we get reacquainted. When I get to her breasts, I keep my touch light this time, and her breath hitches.

“You wet for me, Rowan?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.” I pause, waiting for her to do what I want her to do.

She only hesitates a second before reaching down between her legs.

The fingers she proffers a moment later are glistening with arousal, and I suck them into my mouth.

“Yum,” I whisper. “All that for me… now open your legs so I can touch it for myself.”

I move my hand down and run two fingers along her slit. Her very slick slit that gives me easy access when I press those fingers inside her. She’s fucking drenched, and I can’t wait to push my cock into her tight, wet heat. But I want her to come on my fingers first.

I start working them into her, in and out, slowly and then faster, her hips rising to meet me.

“That’s it, baby, I want you to cream all over my hand.”

She whimpers a little, fastening her lips to mine as I continue finger fucking her. She’s close, I can feel her pussy fluttering around my fingers, so I flick my thumb over her clit and she jerks against me, her screams muffled by my mouth.

“That feel good?” I ask, nipping her jaw. “Because it’s going to feel even better when it’s my cock.”

“Yes. Please. Fuck me, Blake—hurry!”

I reach for a condom and slide it on.

Then I’m right there, my cock poised at the entrance to paradise.

“Look at me, Rowan.” I’d said those same words the night I took her virginity, and I know she remembers because her eyes widen. Then a soft, sweet smile touches her lips.

“You think it’s going to hurt?” she whispers.

Fuck. Me.

I’ve never been a fan of role playing, but pretending we’re sixteen again, losing our virginity to each other all over again?

Yes, please.

“Maybe a little.” I drop my forehead to hers. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to.” She winds her arms around my neck. “Do it, Blake. Show me what to do.”

Fuck, this is hot.

I take it slow—just like I had that first time—and watch her face as I fill her.

“Fuuuuck,” we both moan at the same time.

That part isn’t in the script—she’d winced when I popped her cherry—and then I’d gotten off about three seconds later.

I’m definitely not doing that tonight.

“You feel so, so good,” she says, wrapping her legs around me.

“We done with our little trip down memory lane?” I ask. “Can I fuck you the way I never dreamed I’d want to ten years ago?”

“Yes, please.”

I pull out to the tip and then slam back into her, nice and rough, but with enough finesse to make sure she likes it. And she does.

“Were you always this big?” she asks, with a playful gleam in her eyes. “I seem to remember it being smaller…”

I snort. “You seem to want a spanking!”

“That sounds like fun—but later. I need you to fuck me harder, make sure you prove just how big your dick is.”

“I can do that.” I glide in and out easily, kissing her so that the tangle of our tongues matches the rhythm of my cock.

This really is paradise.

If I could do this every single day for the rest of my life, I don’t think I could ask for anything else.

“More, Blake,” she breathes against my mouth.

I slide out and get on my knees. Then I put my hands behind her knees and push them back as far as they’ll go before thrusting back in.

And I jackhammer into her with everything I’ve got.

The only sound in the room is of our bodies slapping together until she starts screaming my name.

“Blake! Blake —oh my god!” Her orgasm crashes out of her, a rush of liquid soaking both of us just before I come too.

“Fuck, baby!” I growl, pumping into her a few more times, aftershocks rocking us both. Her short nails are digging into my forearms, and neither of us seems able to say much of anything.

Finally, I release her legs and collapse on top of her.

“Wow.” I drop my forehead to hers. “That was fucking awesome—what did you think of your second first time?”

She giggles. “I think I’m still not sure how big your dick is—you might have to show me one more time.”

“ One more time?” I lift my head and arch a brow. “Honey, me and my little dick are going to make sure you’re limping for at least a week.”