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“I can feel how wet you are through the fabric.” His voice was lower, almost guttural. “It makes me want to taste you. Would you like that, baby? My lips on you, my tongue in you?”

“Oh God, yes,” I gasped.

He pulled away, and I voiced my dissent, opening my eyes to see him rise onto a knee. He pushed my skirt to my hips and pulled my panties off in a long, slow drag. Every scrape of the material sent a rocket of sensation through me. I spread my legs in invitation and begged, “Mac.”

His shoulders grazed my inner thighs as he lowered his body.

And then his mouth was on me, kissing the most intimate part of me like a starving man.

I cried out my pleasure, sinking my fingers into his hair. But I needed more. I rocked my hips toward his eager mouth. His tongue circled my clit, and then he gently sucked, and still, it wasn’t enough.

“Mac, I need… more.”

And just like that, he slid a finger inside me, then another, pumping in, hitting that glorious spot that made my toes curl. It had been so long, and he felt so good, and that delicious weight in my belly spread through my body, curling my toes, making my fingers clench in his hair as he took and took and gave and gave.

My orgasm blasted over me, stealing the breath from my lungs and forcing my back to arch, my every response drawn out by this patient man who, even after all this time, knew my body better than I did.

Chapter Seventeen

Mac

Olivia combusted. Her reaction to my touch was just as hot as every memory I’d ever had. Her legs quivered around me, her tight cunt gripping my fingers as she shuddered her release. I ground my aching dick into the couch.

If she was this responsive to my hands, I couldn’t wait to sink into her. Her hands on her breasts, the way her body arched, seeking more, her soft skin, her cries of pleasure so rich. Young, and so fucking beautiful it made my heart ache. I wanted to worship this woman for the rest of my life.

And like a fucking teenager, I came in my pants.

I kissed my way up to the small patch of hair, as far as the skirt would let me move, and then eased my way up her body, pressing my deflating cock into the soft warmth of her. Braced on an elbow above her with our bodies aligned perfectly, I relished in the feeling that we were made for each other.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms looped around my shoulders, and she pulled me in for a kiss.

“Mac, I want you,” she said against my lips.

“I know, baby. I want you too, but you’re gonna have to give me a minute or five to recover.”

She pulled back, confusion written all over her face.

“It’s been a while,” I admitted, then lowered for a kiss so I wouldn’t have to meet her eyes.

She ran her fingers through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. I sank into the sensation and lowered my face to her neck, placing gentle kisses from her jaw to her shoulder. Suddenly, she stilled.

With a tug of my hair, she pulled my head up so she could look into my eyes. “Did you…?”

“You’re just as hot and taste even better than I remembered. I couldn’t stop it—wouldn’t have wanted to even if I could. You’re amazing.”

A low chuckle started, quickly morphing into girlish giggles. The first time I met her, her smile, the laughter in her eyes, is what drew me to her. I didn’t care that she was laughing at me in possibly the most embarrassing moment of my life.

Instead, I froze so I could memorize her. Her giggles eventually subsided, and she lay smiling up at me. I couldn’t help but run my fingers across the curve of her face, tracing the soft tendrils of hair that curled there.

“There she is,” I whispered.

I kissed her gently, because I had to, pouring all the feelings I’d carried for her for so many years into the kiss. All the years between us disappeared. And in my heart, we were back to a younger version of ourselves, only this time, much older and wiser.

I pulled away so I could get more of that light in her eyes.

“Mac…” Her voice was soft, wondrous. “What’s happening?”

I slid my arms under her and tightened my hold. She wouldn’t get away this time. No matter what, I wasn’t letting her go.

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