Page 80 of The Last One You Loved
She dropped her hands to my waist, tugging at my boxer briefs, and I mirrored the motion on her panties. We played the same game we had moments before but removing each other’s clothes instead of our own. A slide of a finger, a tug of cloth, tantalizingly slow movements with our eyes locked until both pairs of underwear dropped to the floor.
“How long has it been, monk?” she asked breathlessly.
“A while. You?”
She swallowed. “Since Kerry. I haven’t really had time and sort of lost interest.”
“What do you mean you lost interest?” I asked, sliding my hands around her waist and picking her up. She wrapped her legs around me, and I strode down the hall toward my bedroom.
“I was tired of doing all the work to barely get off,” she said, and it sent ripples of anger and frustration through me. That she’d been with assholes who wouldn’t take care of her. But knowing McK, she hadn’t let them either. Knowing McK, she’d held up her barrier and refused them entry.
I kicked my bedroom door shut behind me and set her down on the bed. She was tall, only three or four inches shorter than me, and the bed brought her breasts to the perfect height, level with my mouth.
I took a moment to lick and savor each one as she ran her hand through my hair.
Then, I stopped and dropped to my knees, hands going to her ass, squeezing and massaging. “You want me here, McK?” I asked, moving so my breath coasted over her core and reveling in the fact her skin burst out in goosebumps.
“God, yes,” she said with a soft moan.
“Then, you gotta promise me something.”
“Anything.”
That had me stopping, looking back up at her with a sure smile, loving that she wanted me this badly, wanted me so much to offer up anything.
“You can’t hold back,” I told her. “No wall. No shield. You drop it all, feel every goddamn thing I do to you tonight.”
She swallowed hard but didn’t deny the fact she normally kept up a barrier. She ran a hand over my cheek, fingernails scraping through the bristle of my beard, her pale eyes searing their way through my blue ones, leaving a golden mark behind.
She nodded, and I lost myself in between her legs.
She gasped and whimpered and pulled my hair, and I devoured her with licks and nips and fingers that twirled in and out. When her legs started to give out, I pulled her down onto the bed and resumed my feast, savoring every single touch and sound and movement until she was clenching around me and calling my name with that breathy whisper I adored. “Mads, God, Mads. Right there. Please…Mads…”
Then, she went over the edge, and I almost lost it with her.
I placed kisses up over her stomach, cherishing each breast one more time before my mouth found hers again. Our tongues slowly danced, in and out, pulsing as if they were other parts of us moving together. My hands explored every groove and valley, and hers returned the favor, squeezing and sliding over my muscles, my hips, my dick.
I shifted to the side table, pulling the drawer below my gun safe open and finding a string of condoms I’d never used in my house and wasn’t sure why I’d placed there, but was glad I’d had the foresight to do so. I ripped the packet open with my teeth, looked back over at her, and stilled.
Her face was flush, eyes cloudy with desire, her hand slowly swirling around her belly button, legs spread, waiting for me to come back to her. Her ponytail lay over one breast so only a hard tip peeked through, and my heart lodged in my throat. McKenna was actually here, in my bed, ready for me, wanting me. I wasn’t sure my bruised soul could handle it. I wasn’t sure I would survive having her only to see her walk away again. But I’d take her—every way I could have her—until she left.
I settled back between her legs, kissing her again with deliberate, gentle thrusts of my tongue I wanted to repeat with my dick. But I wasn’t quite ready to be inside her yet because once I was, it would only be a few minutes before it was over, and I didn’t want it to be. Not yet. Not ever.
“Tell me you want this. That you want me,” I demanded huskily as I kissed the corner of her lip, down her jaw, and bit gently on her earlobe.
She panted. “I want this. I want you, Maddox.”
I drove into her, and she arched into me at the same time, as if somehow the two movements would bring us closer, blend not only our bodies but our hearts and souls, shedding the years we’d been apart, leaving behind the pain of absence, and somehow healing the wounds with the pure joy of being together again. Her legs wrapped around my middle, and I could no longer be gentle. I didn’t want to be. I wanted to claim her with a raw fierceness. I wanted her to claim me back until she was incapable of ever letting me go.
I took her mouth with a growl as we moved together, biting and licking. I slid my hand over her body, in between us, demanding that every single part of her be present, that she let go and be completely with me.
“You feel so good, Mads.”
“You’re heaven, McK. My heaven.”
She pulsed around me, crying out again, and I lost all control, my movements shaky and wild until I went over the edge into a bliss I’d never known, not even with her in our early days when we’d explored and touched and tried to bring each other pleasure. This. This was like leaving the world to journey through the night skies.
The journey was beautiful. Peaceful. Complete.
