Page 67 of That Reunited Feeling

A surprised breath flies out of me, immediately followed by a quiet moan as I sink sideways into his mouth. Goosebumps burst onto my skin, radiating from the sucks and tongue-teases like ripples on a pond.

Is this what it’s like to feel truly desired? To have someone want you so urgently they can’t keep their hands off you? Yes, men have wanted to have sex with me before. But this is different. Tom and I know each other in a way that’s only possible if you knew each other when you were kids. This isn’t just lustful desire—there’s a depth to it, a heavy history.

Tom’s hand is on my belly, his fingers finding their way under my top, my skin trembling under his touch.

I need that man’s mouth on mine right now. I turn into him, finding his lips and tongue, and his hand slides around my waist, reaching around my back. My body shivers as his warm palm glides up my spine.

“Come back here,” he breathes as he half lifts, half pulls me between the seats.

“I won’t fit through there. I’ll get out.”

“I’m not letting go of you. Sure, you’ll fit.”

I tuck my legs up under me and try to clamber through the gap. “Ow.” My knee smacks into the console.

“I’ll kiss it better in a minute.” He holds me steady in a way that suggests he’s all I’ll ever need to keep me safe. “Just get the hell back here.”

I should have gone feetfirst, not headfirst, because I lose my balance scrambling around in the dark and fly forward, landingwith my face on Tom’s chest, my legs still between the seats, my feet flapping around somewhere near the gearshift.

Classy.

“Right on target,” Tom says as he tips me onto my back so I can bend my knees and pull my legs through. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

He looks down at me like I’m the treasure on a map he’s been trying to figure out forever and he’s finally found the spot marked X.

Before this moment, I would have thought that lying prostrate on the back seat of a car would feel cheap or furtive—like I was taking part in a meaningless one-off grapple. But it’s impossible to cheapen this thing between Tom and me. A diamond set in tin, is still a diamond.

I have never felt more wanted in my life. And I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Tom right now.

The animal passion rising inside me washes away more than a decade and a half of conflicted thoughts and feelings about him. He’s woken something in me that’s been in a coma for years. Seventeen to be precise.

But it’s combined with something else, an adult desire running way deeper than anything we were capable of back then—a profound, desperate need I didn’t even know was possible to feel for someone.

The blend of want and need is exhilarating.

I shift under him to wrap my legs around his waist. “I’ve never made out in a car before. Isn’t that something you usually do when you’re a teenager?”

“Yeah, we should have done that. Guess we have a lot of time to make up for.”

And he drops his mouth onto mine in the deepest kiss of my life.

As our tongues glide together, he pulls my thigh tight against his waist before running his fingers up and down the back of it, getting closer and closer to my desperate, aching, soaking wet center with every stroke.

He lifts off me a little and releases my leg to free both hands, then pushes my jacket off my shoulders and drags up my top.

There’s no messing around here, no wasting time. My jacket’s on the floor, top under my armpits, and my bra undone before I know it.

“Christ, you are fucking beautiful,” he says, before grasping my nipple between his lips and giving it the treat of its life.

Everything around us fades away as I sink into another plane of existence.

“You can’t see me,” I pant. “It’s too dark.” I push my fingers through that sexy, sexy hair and inhale its spicy, woodsy aroma—a unique scent that lights up my brain and my lady bits.

“I can see enough.” His breath is hot against my skin. “And I can feel you.” He laps at my nipple. “And taste you.”

As he sucks and licks, a hand slides between my legs and immediately hits the spot. Every nerve ending in my body lights up as my back arches, pushing my breast deeper, harder into his mouth, my head bucking back against the seat.

I could come right here and now, but I can’t let that happen. I want—need—his flesh on my flesh.

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