Page 94 of Hidden Memories

She locks her legs around my waist, anchoring me to her as if she’s afraid I’ll slip away. Or maybe I’m the one who’s afraid. Afraid that if I let myself have this—her—I’ll never be able to stop.

Our bare stomachs brush, heat licking up my spine, and when I grind my hips into the cradle of her thighs, a sharp moan leaves her lips. There’s barely anything between us. Just two scraps of fabric keeping me from sinking into the woman I never forgot. The one who makes me reckless and unhinged, but somehow still seen—like she knows every flaw in me and doesn’t care.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pajama shorts and drag the elastic lower down. She shifts her hips, restless, urging me on. Her tongue dances with mine. When she hums into my mouth, the sound spikes through my bloodstream like a goddamn drug.

The way she moves against me—slow, deliberate, torturous—has me rock-hard in seconds. Even with my boxers on, the friction of my cock on her naked pussy is blinding. Mind-erasing.

What the fuck am I doing?

We’re not kids anymore. We’ve lived entire lives apart. Made mistakes. Tried to forget.

But none of that stops my hands from knowing exactly where they belong. None of it stops the fire between her legs from pulling me under.

I drag my tongue over the hollow at the base of her throat. A shiver rips through her, sharp and familiar. Her head drops back, her back arches… and I take.

I sink my teeth into her neck—just enough to make her gasp, just enough to leave a whisper of a mark. Maybe it’ll fade. Maybe it won’t.

I hope it doesn’t.

I flick my thumb over her nipple, watching the way her body reacts, the way she feels me. Then I rise, taking in the sight of her—flushed, breathtaking, mine.

“How are you still so damn beautiful?”

Her eyes flutter open. Her hips still, the slow stroke of her body against mine coming to a halt. “Nobody’s told me I’m beautiful since… you.”

I rub my chest against hers, my God her heat and softness drive me crazy. I nibble her lip. “If I had my way, I’d be the only person seeing this body ever again. And I wouldn’t let a day go by without you knowing how sexy you are.”

I am so fucking hard for her.I take her hand and guide it to my cock.

“Feel that? You own me.”

She studies my face, searching, like she’s trying tobelieve this moment is real but her hand tightens around my shaft and I know she isn’t going anywhere.

And neither am I.

“Are you scared to do this?” She murmurs.

Scared doesn’tbeginto explain it. This woman could be the death of me. “Yes.”

Her gaze is too much—too raw, too knowing—so I drop my mouth to her nipple, pressing a slow, reverent kiss onto the stiff peak.

Then, her fingers ignite the sensitive skin beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs.

“I want you, cowboy…”

There’s a vulnerability in her eyes I know too well. Not the desperation of having no choice, but the quiet ache of finally facing the inevitable.

I still have to hear it. “Are you sure?”

She simply nods and I don’t wait for words.

At that, I leave a trail of bitten skin down her belly then stare up.

“Spread your legs for me,Michi.” My voice is rough, barely human. “Let me see what’s mine.”

She moans, head tipping back against the pillow as she does exactly what I ask.

“Fuck,” I stare at her glistening pussy then run my fingers through her swollen folds, bringing them to my mouth to lick them clean. I’m going to devour her. “You’re dripping for me.”

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