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Her legs wrapped around me while she pulled at my shirt. “Take me to bed, Jack. I need you now.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I carried her toward my bedroom on unsteady legs, all my blood once again in my dick. The world seemed to slide into perfection and click into place as I placed her on the mattress and climbed over her. The lights from my display outside the window painted her skin in multi-colored splashes…my own favorite Christmas gift.

“I fucking missed you,” I growled into her neck, nipping at the tendon that led to her shoulder.

“Every day and I hated myself for it. I couldn’t get over you,” she admitted.

“Thank God for that.”

I trailed my lips down farther to the slope exposed by her open shirt pooled to either side of her torso. My hand came up to cup one firm peak, the perfect-size mound feeling like home in my palm. I squeezed gently, playing my thumb over the taut nipple that poked against the silk. Jill groaned, her back arching as she pushed into me.

“Jack…”

She shoved my shirt down my arms, and I knelt up to wrench it off. My fingers went to my belt. She unfastened her own jeans, wiggling beneath me as she stripped them off, leaving her in her bra and panties.

“All of it,” I demanded. “I need you naked.”

“Then get me that way,” she taunted. The wrong game to play when I was wild with craving her. I finished tearing off my clothes and climbed back onto the bed from the end, stalking toward her, kissing and biting up her thighs until I got to her apex. My mouth closed over the damp fabric, my tongue pressing in, tasting her tangy-sweet arousal.

“Mine. All mine.” Nothing and no one was ever taking her from me again. Not even her.

Eight

Jill

You Light My Fire

“Yours,” I gasped, on the edge of orgasm from only his touch. I didn’t even care when Jack tore away the flimsy panties. Worth it. And when his face buried again in my center, I lost track of all reality. All that matter was us on this bed, reconnecting in the most primal way.

Jack pushed my legs wide and planted my feet onto the comforter, his forearms over the tops while his hands opened my thighs farther for him.

“Fuck, you taste good, and you’re so wet,” he groaned against me. One hand left my leg to part me for his mouth while he nipped and licked, his thumb rubbing over my clit and sending fiery reaction through me. “I need you to come for me, honey, ’cause this is gonna be fast the first time, and I need you satisfied.”

As if that were a question. For all his supposed faults, a list that dwindled down by the moment, Jack had never left me languishing on the edge of climax. He valued my orgasms almost more than I did.

My fingers laced in his hair, pressing him closer while he slid two of his inside me.

“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it,” he said as my walls squeezed around the digits, the feel of him such sweet relief after a year. His hand worked me while he sucked the tender flesh of my inner thigh again, no doubt leaving his mark, a habit that didn’t bother me. No, instead, my orgasm slammed over me.

“Jack!” I screamed. My hips thrust up off the bed, meeting the drives of his fingers. “Please… Oh…God!”

I was still in the throes of it when Jack rose over me, driving his cock inside my still spasming walls, going as deep as he possibly could. I whimpered, pinned but wanting even more. It was so right. I’d missed him so much.

“Fuck, yeah, honey. Squeeze me like that,” he growled, dragging down the cups of my bra and latching onto one pebbled nipple. Lightning speared down to my center, thrilling through me and winding the tension in my core even tighter. Harder.

My nails scored down his back while we moved together, rediscovering what we’d lost. I’d never let him go again. Never. As long as he still wanted me after the horrible misunderstanding.

We collided into one another, Jack slightly swiveling his hips each time he bottomed out, his pubic bone grinding over my clit. It was sweet torturous pleasure, and I grasped his ass, pulling him closer.

He pressed his lips to mine, sharing our flavor, before he pulled back, stilling, and stared down at me. We were locked into the moment, locked into one another. One. Nothing else existed.

“Never leave me,” he breathed. “Please. It killed me. I couldn’t bear it again.”

“It killed me, too. I…” I wanted to tell him how heartbroken I’d been, but not now. “I’m here. I’m here. I’m with you, Jack. I’m with you.”

“I’m never letting you go.” The hard slide of his cock pushing deep again, punctuated his vow, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him to it.

“Never,” I echoed before we momentarily lost words, dragged under by the magnitude of this moment, the tidal wave of carnal lust and the knowledge we were really, truly together again.

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