Page 114 of When You Had Me Adapting

“But you were leaving the next day?”

“That’s not what I mean.” I shake my head and set down my plate. “I had you that night. After I left, everything changed.”

She’s quiet for a minute while she processes my admission. “You got a tattoo for me?” she asks tentatively. “But I broke up with you. I completely blocked you from my life for ten years. How did you not completely hate me?”

I pull her into my lap, so she’s facing me. Brushing her hair out of the way, I take her face in my hands.

“I told you before I could never hate you. I want you. For the last ten years, I dreamed about getting to touch you the way I did last night. I’ve fantasized about waking up to you in my bed and getting to make you breakfast. Getting to take you on dates, even if that means we just stay in, hang out, and eat our favorite foods. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Her lips find mine, and I open, letting her in. She tastes like whipped cream and cinnamon. The kiss is slow and tender. She runs her hands through my hair before pulling away.

“So,” she begins, a little breathless from our kiss, “does this mean we’re doing this? You and me. We’re going to try again?”

“Oh, we’re doing this.” I flip her over, so she’s on her back and I’m hovering above her. She meets my gaze. “But, only if it’s what you want too.”

“You are definitely what I want, J.” She smiles, then lifts her head and plants a quick kiss on my mouth. “But, we’re going to need to finish breakfast first.” She rolls out from under me, laughing. “You’re going to need all the energy you can get for what I have planned for after we’re done.”

She grabs the can of whipped cream and begins to add more to her plate.

“Not so fast,” I say, grabbing the can from her hand. “I’m hungry, but not for breakfast.”

I pull her toward me, laying her on her back. She lets out a giggle. “Don’t move,” I warn. I take the can and give it a good shake before placing a trail of small dollops of whipped cream from her neck down to her most sensitive spot.

I set the can aside. Starting at her neck, I move my tongue down the trail of sweet cream. She lets out a small whimper. “Don’t move, pixie.” I trail two fingers through the whipped cream on one of her nipples. Bringing my fingers to her mouth, she opens immediately and sucks me clean.

“Fuck,” I almost growl out, as her tongue twirls around my fingertips.

My eyes trail down her naked body. The white cream contrasts with her sun-kissed skin. She’s on full display for me and I love it. I’ll never get enough of seeing her like this.

“Can you lay there like a good fucking girl and not move while I clean you up?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she says, her face breaking into a wicked grin that threatens to end me right there on the spot. “I might need you to tie me up. I’ve never been very good at following the rules.”

“Fuck, you sure?”

“Go in my closet and grab the purple scarf off my bag,” she says, and I do as I’m told.

When I crawl back onto the mattress, I find her with her arms already above her head. I quickly secure them to her headboard with the silk fabric. “Is that okay?” I ask. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You aren’t going to hurt me, J. I trust you.” I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her lips. I move down her body following the sweet trail and when I get to her breasts I take each one into my mouth. I suck them clean, spinning my tongue around each nipple. She remains still, but not quiet. Every flick of my tongue causes her to moan and my cock to throb.

I lick down her abdomen and when I glance up, I find her eyes locked on me. Her hands are tied above her head and her breasts rise and fall with each heavy breath.

“You’re so fucking pretty all tied up for me like this,” I say against her skin, continuing to move down her body. She shutters under my compliment, and her breath hitches as I lick along her thigh, stopping right before I get to her most sensitive place. She breathes out my name, and her hips rock forward.

“Even all tied up, you still can’t help yourself, can you?” I lick down her other thigh. “So fucking desperate for me to taste your cunt, aren’t you?”

“Please,” she begs, thrusting her hips again.

I run a finger down her wet slit and she moans. I do it again and her moans get louder.

“I fucking swear, you better stop teasing me,” she warns.

“So bossy.” I do it one more time, stopping at her sensitive bud and circle it with my fingertips.

“For the love of?—”

I place my lips over her clit, sucking it into my mouth. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how good she tastes. I work my tongue up her center, flicking it against her clit.

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