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And maybe he did.

The ground was soft under the blanket, the air sweet and crisp around us.

I felt young again, like a restless, needy, insatiable teenager.

I rocked my hips up, and Stephan quickly got the message.

He pressed his strong thigh hard against my crotch, and the desire coursing through me exploded into pleasure.

I gasped against his mouth, and each tiny motion sent more sparks of pleasure rocketing up my spine.

His lips curved into a smile into the kiss. “You’re so cute.” He gripped my hip and guided the motions. “That feel good?”

“Don’t tease me,” I gasped. “I haven’t… haven’t?—”

“Haven’t what?” He pushed my shirt up until it was under my armpits, then kissed over my neck, my sternum, and the curve of my bra-clad breast.

“Haven’t done anything crazy like this,” I managed to say. “In a while.”

“How long is a while?” His breath caressed my skin.

“Since you,” I said.

His grip tightened on my hip. “Good.” His voice took on a low, possessive tone that only made me want him more.

I tugged at the collar of his shirt. He leaned back just enough to pull it up and over his head, then tossed it aside. Before I got a chance to admire his muscled body and gorgeous tattoos, he was popping the button on my jeans and working the zipper down.

I giggled as he wrestled with the tight denim.

He tugged them off and tossed them aside with a restless grumble.

His eyes flashed gold as his fingers dug into my thighs.

It still made me shy when he stared at me like this, especially in the midday sun—obscured as it was by the canopy overhead.

Knowing I had the same effect on him as he had on me made me feel hot all over.

He leaned down to kiss me again as he slid his hand over my belly and down between my legs. God, why wasn’t I wearing nicer panties?

“Mm, wet already,” he purred.

I was soaked. He rubbed his hand firmly over my pussy, like he owned it. I gasped, and my legs quivered. How could a simple touch like that feel so good?

“Steph, please,” I whispered, as I clung to his shoulders for dear life.

“Please what?”

“I—I don’t know. I need you.”

I didn’t know what I was asking for, but he did. He sat up and gripped the waistband of my panties. In one swift move, he tore them in half.

Actually tore them like the fabric was paper. I didn’t think I’d ever been more turned on in my life.

He kissed my lips, then my jaw, neck, the underside of my breast, belly… Then kept scooting down, down, down, until he was between my spread legs, nipping at my hips and upper thighs.

“Please,” I begged again, winding one hand into his thick hair. I didn’t push or direct him—I didn’t think I had the strength to, honestly—I was holding on. Grounding myself, so I didn’t get so lost in desire that I melted into a puddle of goo.

“Dreamed about this,” he growled. His warm breath washed over my skin and made my pussy throb with need. “Ever since you left.”

Then he dragged his tongue slowly over my wet, sensitive pussy.

The guys I’d been with in the past weren’t generous. A lot of guys were into receiving, so to speak, but not giving. And as a result, I’d spent ten years remembering this feeling. Remembering what it was like when Stephan devoured me like this.

The memory was nothing compared to the real thing.

He gripped my thighs as he feasted on me, then rumbled a low sound like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

I felt the vibration all the way into my core.

Moaning, I arched my back and pressed closer to his mouth.

He hummed against me, licking and sucking like it was for his own enjoyment.

I tossed my head back, breathing hard as each touch of his tongue sent heat rushing through me.

He knew what he was doing. And he was teasing me.

I draped my thighs over his shoulders, and his fingers dug harder into my skin. I’d probably have bruises. The thought thrilled me. He kept kissing me, licking over my center and then taking breaks to kiss my inner thighs and nip the sensitive flesh there.

“Please, Steph, don’t tease me.”

“I’m not,” he said in a tone that was absolutely teasing. “This isn’t good enough?”

I tugged at his hair. “Make me come, please. ”

He looked up at me, his gaze dark with lust.

He pressed his tongue against me, but this time, he found my sensitive clit with laser-like focus. I gasped and clamped my legs around his head involuntarily.

He still knew my body. He knew every way to make me twitch and gasp and cry out. Even after all these years.

I couldn’t stop the waterfall of sounds falling from my lips. His tongue moved firmly, rhythmically, at the perfect speed and pressure. Pleasure built slowly inside me like a storm. It was deep in my core, low in my hips, throbbing, turning all my thoughts to static. His touch was relentless.

Then, like a storm cloud breaking open, my orgasm washed over me.

Pleasure rolled over me in waves so strong I saw stars behind my closed eyes.

Stephan’s mouth moved over me until I was shivering with the aftershocks.

He slowly released my thighs, then kissed my hips, my belly, and back up to my breasts.

“How was that?” he purred, teasingly.

“Oh my god ,” I mumbled, then dragged him up to capture his lips in a searing, intense kiss.

We lost ourselves in each other. I drowned in his kisses as he thrust into me. Every time felt like the first time. Every time felt like coming home.

How could I ever give this up?