Page 76 of The Forever Play

I need her beneath me, splayed out on a bed.

I need to worship her gorgeous body, remind myselfof all her sweet spots, send her over the edge the way I used to.

“Right, right, right,” Sienna directs me in desperate whispers.

I veer right, lightly banging into the doorframe. “Sorry. Are you okay?”

She giggles and keeps kissing me, her tongue lashing mine like she can’t get enough. I pause in the hallway, pressing her back against the wall so I can take my time, slow down the kiss and soak her in. She’s my oxygen right now, and I drink from her, cupping the side of her head and exploring her mouth the way I used to.

Her fingers curl into my T-shirt, fisting the fabric as her hips buck against mine. Her wanton need is a fucking huge turn-on, and I relish it, grinding her against the wall and loving her mewling whimper.

“I want you so bad, baby,” she softly cries against my cheek. “Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

“Top Gun,” I whisper before parting her lips with my tongue again.

Her hips buck against me once more, and I obey her silent command, pulling her away from the wall and stumbling down the hallway.

“This one.” She tips her head toward an open doorway, and I move through it, licking her neck and nibbling my way to her ear.

I suck her lobe into my mouth, and she lets out a sexy moan just before I drop her onto the bed.

I can’t see shit in this dark room, and that’s not gonna fly. I want to watch her body writhe and move beneath mine.

Crawling over her, I reach out in search of a little lightand wrestle with the lamp switch until it pops on and the room is bathed in a soft glow.

I take a minute to glance around, loving the row of soft toys along the floor, the clutter of shoes that have yet to be put away. Glancing over my shoulder, I spot a set of drawers, jewelry scattered along the top as well as photos of her parents and Zoey.

I turn back to smile down at her. “Nice room.”

She grins. “Just kiss me already.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Fisting my shirt, she pulls me back on top of her. I can taste her hunger, that urgent need, but I can’t go rushing this. She’s in my arms again—something I’ve wanted for years. I can’t go treating her like any other hookup.

“Slow down,” I whisper against her neck when she starts tugging at my sweats.

“Slow down?” She leans away with an incredulous look. “I haven’t had sex in three years, and you want me to slow down?”

I pause, curling my hand around her frantic fingers to stop her. She hasn’t had sex since… me? The idea is humbling and makes me wish upon every star in the fucking sky that I could say the same thing.

She’s only ever been mine.

I’m the only guy to ever touch her this way, and…

Brushing my fingers lightly down her cheek, I trace her face and whisper, “I love you.”

She swallows, her blue eyes so big and vulnerable right now.

“I want to savor you. This can’t be a blind rush to the finish for me. I need… it has to be different.”

I don’t know if she gets what I’m saying. That everyother girl I’ve been with has never made me feel the way she does. That all the sex I’ve had since leaving her has either been a robotic release or a drunken mess.

I want to be fully present for this. I want to give her everything.

Her hands drop away from my sweats. She’s not tugging at the waistband anymore, and for a second, I worry that she’s about to roll away and tell me to go.

But then her teeth skim over her bottom lip and she slowly unzips the front of her onesie. I sit back and watch with a smile as Tigger is sliced down the middle to reveal a skimpy pair of boxer shorts and a shoestring tank that, holy fuck, is the epitome of cute and sexy.

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