Page 49 of Shot Through the Heart

When she finally speaks, I feel as if I’m going to burst from my skin.

“Kiss me, Greyson.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I grumble before diving in.

Our lips meet and everything but the feel of her melts away. I wasn’t lying when I told her that kissing her was second nature. But now that her plump lips are moving against mine, I realize it’s so much more than that.

There’s a rightness that settles between us, guiding us back into familiar moves even while our bodies have grown and changed. I groan at the thought of relearning the dips and curves that make up the version of Stella that brought our daughter into this world.

With one hand on her thigh, my free one traces up the side of her face where I gently trace my thumb over her cheek. Stella moves quickly then, taking it as an invitation to deepen the kiss. Her leg swings over mine until she’s straddling my lap. I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, begging for her to let me in, which she does immediately.

Stella shifts her hips tentatively, grinding herself against my achingly hard cock. I grip her hips, taking control of her movements, and urge her not to stop.

Warmth spreads down my spine, my tongue clashing with hers for dominance, and when a little moan slips from her throat, I almost combust.

Tightening my hold on her and not daring to break the kiss, I push forward and lift slightly. Stella squeals in surprise as she starts to fall backward, legs wrapping around my waist and hands grappling for purchase on my shoulders. I drop her on her back on the ottoman and her surprise turns to a moan at the new position.

Her hands find the hem of my shirt, slipping beneath the fabric and up the bare skin of my back. I press my length against her core, savoring the feel of her clinging to me before finally breaking the kiss. I pepper her chin and neck with open-mouthed kisses, and her thighs clench around my waist, refusing to let me go even as she tries to pull my shirt off.

“Tell me I can taste you,” I groan into her chest. “Let me make you feel good. Please, baby.” I rub my hands down her thighs, guiding her legs from my waist, and push back to rest on my knees between them. I pause there, watching the way her breasts rise and fall quickly.

Stella nods, that beautiful flush spreading up across her golden cheeks.

My shirt is caught on the muscles of my chest, and I do us both the favor of removing it now. Just as I reach for the waistband of her leggings, Stella pushes up to rest on one elbow, making me pause.

“What’s that?” she asks and I don’t have to follow her stare to know what she sees. I take her free hand in mine and guide it to my chest, just above my heart.

“What do you think it is?” I ask, stifling a moan as she traces over the tattoo.

“It looks like”—she pauses, her shining eyes meeting mine—“our mountain?”

“It is,” I say simply, taking her hand and guiding it to the outlined stars at the peak. She traces the stars, connecting them with her finger, and I see the moment it clicks for her.

“That’s my star sign. It’s a Scorpio.”

“Yeah, baby. It’s you,” I tell her, wrapping my hand around her wrist and placing a kiss gently on her knuckles. “You have always been with me. And I don’t just mean the ink on my skin. You engraved yourself into me. Every time I look at the night sky, I see the stars and think of you. Even on a cloudy night, when the stars are covered and dimmed, I know they’re still there. We might not have been together these past few years. But I knew you were out there and that’s what kept me going. For a while, after I lost you, I was moving purely out of spite. To prove to the memories that haunted me that I didn’t need you. But now I realize that was all a cover. You made me who I am. Like the stars need the sky, I need you. I always have. I always will.”

Stella launches herself at me and if it weren’t for the couch behind me, I would be flat on my ass. She kisses me with an eagerness that draws mine back to life. With her cradled in my arms, I move us both until she’s spread out back on the ottoman. She whines when I finally break the kiss, and it makes my chest puff with pride knowing that she’s just as affected by the chemistry between us as I am.

I waste no time in shimmying her leggings and underwear down her luscious thighs and discarding them somewhere behind me. Her legs fall open, and there’s no containing my groan at the sight of her beautiful pussy.

“Fuck, Stells. Look at you,” I praise while bending forward to kiss the inside of her thigh. I wrap my arms under one of her legs and hook it over my shoulder, spreading her even wider.

I had imagined that the first time I got my hands on her again, I would take my time. That I would get her fully naked and memorize every single change to her beautiful body.

However, with her cunt glistening in front of me, all my plans go out the window.

I dive in, reveling in the moan she gives me in response to my tongue sliding up her lips.

“I’ve missed those beautiful sounds you make. Now give me more,” I demand.

Stella listens, pretty sighs and breathless gasps escaping as I devour her.

My cock presses painfully against my jeans, and I reach down to undo the button and zipper, elevating some of the pressure. I squeeze myself while dipping my tongue inside her core.

“Greyson,” Stella pleads, and I give her exactly what she needs.

Swirling my tongue around her clit, I slowly press a single finger inside her. The feeling of her pulsing around my digit is so intense, I have to pause and take a deep breath. It’s just my finger inside her, but my body is responding as if it doesn’t notice the difference between that and my cock. Stella gyrates her hips, fucking herself on my finger, and it’s enough to get me back on track.

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