Page 15 of Love You Too

Ren brings me to standing before putting the tray onto the floor. He returns to sit on the bed and guides me closer until I’m straddling his lap. I have all the power in this position, and it allows me to trust him, trust his intentions.

He wraps his hands into my ponytail and moves my face to angle our lips more perfectly. Our faces only inches apart, I meet Ren’s eyes, which are soft, molten brown. He cups the back of my head and inhales a long breath before shaking his head slowly and exhaling. “More beautiful than ever.”

I feel a flutter in my chest, and my thighs tighten around his. Ren’s lips barely brush against mine, but it feels like he’s lit a fuse. Urging my face closer with his hand, Ren deepens the kiss slowly, like honey dripping onto my tongue. My mouth reacts to him like it’s found a safe haven after years of useless wandering. It’s explosive, passionate, heated. So. Damn. Necessary.

Ren’s hands move to cup my ass as I grind against his erection. Our bodies have taken over completely, and I gratefully give my overworked brain a break. I just want to feel him.

Ren rolls me onto my back and hovers over me on his forearms. I’m still a little nervous, so I make a dumb joke. “Last chance to back out…”

“Not. Taking. It.” The low, sexy rasp of his voice sends a chill down my spine right before his lips lower to mine. They’re soft, insistent as he kisses me again like we have ten years to make up for. No hesitation, no light brush against my lips this time. He kisses like he owns me, and I both love it and hate it, so I bite down on his bottom lip.

His head jerks back and he meets my gaze, the recognition of a challenge in his eyes. He kisses me harder this time, not anapology for the past but an acknowledgment that this is passion without an ounce of love.

“Admit you like me,” he growls against my mouth.

“I like this,” I pant, cupping his erection and refusing to give him more.

My legs lock around his hips, and our mouths meld in a furious intensity we never used to have. Our tongues tangle and fuse as I shamelessly grind my hips against him, feeling his hard length right where I need the friction.

He rolls us so I’m on top of him and smacks me hard on the ass. Even through the fabric of my pants, I know it will leave a mark. A brand.

“Ouch.” I can’t wipe the smile from my face.

The wild, feral way we are with each other feels like a match of wills. A white-hot battle of passion that could easily eat us alive. More delicious than I’ve ever experienced.

“You like me,” he goads.

“Barely.”

My nails dig into his neck as he kisses me again, his tongue parting my lips and delving inside with a new fervor. We’re like a tornado of tongues and hands and skin as I shove his black Henley up so I can touch the hot skin over his hard abs. His tongue trails down my neck, and he lifts my shirt over my head before returning to the sensitive skin of my neck.

He kisses his way to my ear. I fling off my bra and roll us so I’m straddling him, moving against his erection exactly where I want the friction. Nothing coy about what I need from him.

His hands roam up my torso and cup my breasts, thumbs massaging my nipples until they’re achy and stiff. That takes all of about a second. It’s not at all the way we used to be as love-struck, innocent college kids. I feel claimed by Ren in a different way, appreciated as a grown woman. And I want him for what his body can give me. Only that.

Ren’s chest is broader, muscles more developed, abs morerippled and taut. His lats bulge as I run my hands up from his waist and marvel at how many pounds of muscle he’s put on since college. Every inch of him is taut and warm beneath my hands, and I can’t stop touching him as we continue kissing.

Ren kisses with more confidence, more authority. And when his tongue feathers over one breast and he exhales over the sensitive skin, my nipples respond in a way they never did back then. He’s just bigger, harder…more.

More muscular, more commanding. More of everything I want. I start nodding to myself because this is good, so very good. Exactly what I need to get me out of my head and make me stop thinking so much. But not just yet. Right now, I’m so in my head that I don’t realize I’m talking to myself. “Yes. So much better than yoga.”

Ren stops kissing me, holds my face a few inches away, and laughs. “Better than yoga?”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Um, yeah. You did.” He shakes his head, chuckling.

“You do know that laughing in a person’s face isn’t a super-hot turn-on, right?”

“I could say the same when you’re all stiff and tense and comparing me to a workout class. Would you relax? Are you capable of that?”

“Thisisme relaxed,” I grit out.

“Wow. I’d hate to see what you’re like when you’re stressed.”

“Will you please just kiss me like you did a second ago? I promise you I’m relaxed.”

He flips me again onto my back and kisses me. Harder. Deeper. His lips taste like delicious, impulsive decisions, and I let out a long exhale and justfeel. Ren’s mouth slides over my chin and down my throat. His fingers roll over my shoulders, my throat, my breasts, all begging for his touch. Then he pinches one nipple hard between his fingers before soothing the ache with his tongue. I feel myself melt into his body.

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