Page 93 of The Third Baseman

“I’d already told him that before you turned up. I hadn’t wanted to go on the date in the first place. I shouldn’t have gone, but I was so mad at you! You’re in my head all the time, it’s like I can’t escape!”

“Now you know how I feel,” I challenged her back.

She held onto my gaze, and sighed in defeat.

Now for the question that had been going around and around in my head since I’d discovered the news. “What happened with your husband?”

Just like earlier, her lip caught between her teeth, but this time I pulled it free.

“Tell me what you realized.”

Her pupils flared, her chest rising and falling quicker with each breath. My fingers pushed through her wet hair until her head was against the wall, neck craned to look at me.

“Tell me.”

“I realized that I had never gotten over you.”

And there they were. The words I’d been waiting to hear my entire adult life from the girl who’d owned my heart for the duration.

My thumb ran roughly along her plump bottom lip. I was captivated by the way her soft, wet skin reddened under my touch as I pulled it down. But the second she moaned, I snapped.

“Starlight, star bright,” I breathed into her mouth before capturing her lips with my own.

I sucked, tasting her like I’d wanted to earlier, like I’d been at sea for years and had finally reached dry land. Like she was the lifeline I never knew I needed.

No, that’s bullshit. I’d always known she was my lifeline.

Surrounding her mouth with mine, I kissed her hard, desperately. There was no savoring, because I had no intention of giving this up ever again. I didn’t need to make it last. It belonged to me, had always belonged to me, and I was finally taking it back.

My tongue tangled with hers, hot and wet, and everything I missed. She reached up on her tip toes, her fingers combing through my hair, and the blanket fell to the floor. At the feel of her nipples grazing against me, my dick thickened instantly, and I pulled back.

She was breathless; her cheeks were turning that unique shade of pink I loved as she looked up at me through thick lashes, her green eyes hooded and glassy.

She could have been sixteen again, and she’d never been more beautiful.

My forehead rested against hers. “I’ve fucking missed you, Marn, and I’m not just talking about the past three days.”

“I know,” she whispered back, her breath hot on my skin, “now kiss me again.”

My dick was screaming to get out of my pants. “I’m gonna do more than kiss you, Marn, and you have to forgive me in advance.”

“What for?”

“Because I’m about to fuck you like I need to make up for the past fourteen years, and I have no plans to be gentle. Then I’m going to do it again.”

My mouth latched back onto her. The air caught in her throat as I scooped her up and carried her through to my bedroom and put her down. The blinds were still open along the wall of windows, and I was tempted to close them but stopped myself.

Fuck it.

People could fucking watch. I wanted the whole world to know she was mine again.

I stood back and looked at her panting hard. There was the tiniest shard of hesitancy in her eyes, it was exactly the same as the night we’d first slept together; the night I’d taken her virginity. The apprehension had my dick swelling because I knew where it came from, and I was going to fuck it right out of her.

By the time we were done, she wouldn’t have any doubt.

Her shirt was still clinging to her skin. It might have been wet, but it wasn’t cold. Her body was feverish under my touch, under my palm running over her tits; she flinched as I squeezed a nipple.

“Clothes off,” I ordered.

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