Page 99 of That Reunited Feeling

Because the thing I’ve wanted for more than half my life is about to happen.

Simultaneously we turn onto our sides to face each other.

Tom pushes my hair out of my face with a smile, then drags his fingers from my shoulder over the swell of my breast, down my side, and over the curve of my hip. My skin shudders, my body thrums, my inner walls pulsate. Every inch of me is desperate for every inch of him.

His eyes rove my body. “I need to keep telling you how beautiful you are. I can’t stop myself. And I need you to know.” He traces the shiny line of a stretch mark from my hip to just under my belly button. “Thisis beautiful.”

Men have told me I’m hot before. But no one’s ever said it with this tone in their voice. With this surety of belief, this heaviness of truth.

In this moment, I’m not someone’s mom, not someone’s housekeeper, not someone’s assistant. I’m Tom Dashwood’s beautiful lover. And I could get used to that.

His hand slides lower and dips between my thighs as his mouth meets mine. His fingers and his tongue move softly and slowly, both searching, finding what they want.

I sigh into his mouth when he slides a fingertip against my clit and have to grip his solid square shoulders to keep from falling backward.

I need more of him—more fingers, more tongue, more of him against more of me. I hook my top leg around his waist, and he moves closer—his dick stroking my belly as his finger circles my clit.

I cup him against me, and he thrusts, hot and hard.

Then his finger dips lower, finds my dripping-wet entrance, and slides right in.

My body bucks against him, my head dropping back, falling away from his mouth.

“Good?” he asks, slipping another finger inside me and driving himself harder between my hand and my belly.

“Yes, but you have to stop. I want to come on this part of you.” I take his dick fully in my fist and give it two hard strokes. “Not your fingers.”

“Your wish is my command.”

He rolls me onto my back and crawls over me toward his crumpled jeans. His dick is so close to my face I can’t resist. Cupping his balls, I wrap my lips around the head and, inch by inch, take him deeper and deeper.

There’s a gasp, then the sound of ripping foil over my head.

“If you want me inside you, you have to stop that right now.”

I slide him out of my mouth and look up. “Yourwish ismycommand.”

In almost one swift movement, he’s sheathed and lying on his back, dragging me on top of him.

This is it. This is the moment.

He strokes my thighs and gazes up at me. “However you want. Whenever you want.”

My eyelids flicker shut as I lift his dick off his belly and hold the tip against my clit. Two slow circles take me dangerously close to the edge. Then I slide him down my slick wetness and rest him at my entrance.

“Christ, Hannah.” His fingers sink into my thighs.

I push my hips down, and his tip pops inside. We both gasp and pause.

I open my eyes and wait for him to open his. With our gazes firmly locked, I lower myself. Slowly. A fraction of an inch. Thena fraction more. My body stretches to accommodate him as I go. Then I slide down him a little bit more.

Tom’s chest rises higher and falls lower with each deepening breath.

A fraction more. His eyes still on mine. Our minds connected as much as our bodies. The past drawing us together.

I drop lower and lower until there’s nowhere else to go, until I have all of him. And he has all of me.

We both let out a hard release of air.

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