Page 50 of When I Fall In Love

“You’ve never been a bad person, Hunter.” She’s cupping my cheek with her hand, a tender touch I’ve longed for and dreamed of forever.

“Neither have you.”

“I don’t know. I have so many regrets…”

“We can’t reverse time and go back.”

“No.”

But we have this moment, and I’m planning to go forward with zero regrets. Our lips finally connect and it’s the perfect balance of forgiveness, love, and lust.

24

BETH

God… his lips. On mine. My head is crystal clear and my hangover’s been shocked from my system, but even I can’t believe I’m in Hunter’s arms and that he is kissing me, slowly, deeply, stirring embers that have waited for him for years.

When we were young, sex was often quick and reckless. When we had time, Hunter would go slow, agonizingly slow, arousing every cell in my body to worship towards my epicenter which now presses against his thigh. Already I want to find some friction but he’s just kissing me ever deeper, stoking that fire in me with his hands and his lips.

He breaks away but continues to kiss me along my jaw to my ear, and then down my neck. I rake my fingers into his hair and moan as he sucks right there, that little spot he discovered ages ago. “Hunter…”

He groans back as he reaches for my hand and pins me to the bed with his own, leaning his body into mine. The movement shifts his thigh’s weight and instinctively I roll my hips up, seeking a rhythm.

“Slowly, Bee,” he murmurs as he continues his torturous descent to my breasts, letting go of my hand to push up the T-shirt I’m wearing. “I want to take my time with you… This is all I’ve wanted for years—” He stops talking in favor of kissing and I don’t complain as his tongue circles my nipple, laps at it, and sucks until I writhe underneath him.

Hunter held me for however long it took for my body to warm up, stroking my hair, massaging my neck and shoulders, until I relaxed after the fright of my dip in the lake. He didn’t take advantage of that moment but cared for me first. I have no doubt that although we’re more than a decade and a half older, that teenager who has turned into this handsome man is still as considerate and caring as he was back then.

When he breathes over my skin, leaving a hot-and-cold trail to my other breast, I buck in rebellion. I’ve been waiting for this too… waiting for someone who loves foreplay and who seems to need the intimacy of it as much as I do. In my experience, Hunter is the king of foreplay. I don’t need to catch up to match his arousal. I don’t need to fret whether or not he is going to take the time to get me off or not. I just know I’m probably about to have the best sex of my life because Hunter’s sole focus is on making love to me.

I stroke up his biceps to his shoulder to slip my fingers into his hair again and nudge him back to my mouth for more kissing. I need him inside me, whichever part I’m allowed right now. He comes down hard this time, and I moan into his mouth as he shifts to settle between my thighs, his erection pressing right there where I need it most. I’m wet already, slick and needy, and he rocks slowly into me as we kiss.

God… I feel it coming, crawling to the ledge. He stills and pulls away seconds before I can tip into orgasm.

“God. Hunter,” I groan.

“I haven’t even looked at you yet,” he whispers on a chuckle as he lowers down on one elbow, nose teasing mine between sweet kisses.

“Nothing new here,” I whisper back at him and stare into his sky-blue eyes.

“Oh, I beg to differ.” He sits back, holds out a hand for me and he pulls me up to sit too.

He reaches for the T-shirt’s hem and helps me tug it off. I lift my arms and my breasts lift and bounce with the movement. Hunter’s gaze roams all over me as he tosses the T-shirt to the side. When he strokes two lines with his knuckles from my cheeks down my neck to my breasts, chills of desire pop up all over me, pulsing need right to my clit.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Beth, I—” He swallows hard and drops his forehead to mine and breathes for a moment, still caressing my breasts. “I’ve pictured you like this a million times.”

I kiss him then, softly. “Just like I’ve imagined you touching me like this a million times.” I’m naked, cozy underneath the goose-down comforter that still covers my legs.

He nudges the comforter down a few inches. “You’re warm enough?”

“Yes.” I’m honestly ablaze with need and my whole body shows how turned on I am. My nipples are begging for more attention, and as his gaze travels down to the apex of my thighs with the slow shift of the comforter, I glance down. I’m wet and glistening. I drop back to the pillows and spread my legs wider for him to see.

He leans in to lick and kiss me ever lower as he pushes my thighs up and wider.

“Oh my God.” I bite my lip on a moan as his tongue rides down the length of my slit and then back up again, but this time more reverent than before. He knows what this does to me… He knows I can’t keep an orgasm in check when his tongue is on me. “Hunter.”

He looks up and our gazes lock. My mouth is open and I’m heaving in anticipation already, my cheeks flushed. Adult Hunter is a sight to behold. He is toned and shows off a six-pack, but he isn’t shredded in a gym-addict type of way. It’s effortless and natural for him with all the rowing he does… thank God for all the rowing he does.

“Fuck it. We can go slow the next round.” He tosses the cover away, shifts into a kneeling position and hooks my legs over his shoulders. He hoists me up to his mouth by cupping my ass in his big hands and then his lips and tongue are right there, warm and wet.

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