Page 120 of Forever Flames: Padraig & Stevie
“Fuck, we taste the same,” he murmurs against my clit, before sucking it into his mouth and making me gasp.
I fist his hair. My hips jerk as his tongue works me. Broad, slow strokes giving way to quick, precise flicks. He knows exactly where to press, exactly when to slip lower and drive his tongue inside me, fucking me until I’m moaning his name.
His hands spread me wider. “I could spend the rest of my life between your legs,” he growls, before sealing his mouth over my sensitive nub.
The orgasm hits hard, my thighs clamping around his head as I cry out. He drinks from me through it all, swallowing every sound until I’m shaking.
Then he stands, yanks his shirt over his head and shucks off his unbuckled jeans. His cock is flush against his abs, thick and long, the sight alone making me ache all over again.
“Against the headboard,” he orders, and the demand vibrates through me.
I crawl back, settling on my elbows as he climbs over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. The head of his cock slides against my soaking folds, teasing me, pushing enough to make my breath catch.
When he finally eases in, it’s deep and deliberate, the slow, perfect slide sealing us together like two halves rejoined after years apart. He fills every space inside me, including the hollow places I’ve carried for so long, until there’s no separation.
Only him. Only us. Finally whole again.
“God, you’re perfect,” he rasps as he starts to move.
It’s not frantic. Not like at the door. This is a different way of reconnecting. Every grind of his hips makes me feel every ridge, every vein of his cock inside me. He kisses me like he’s taking back every second we lost. His hands hold me in place so he can fuck into me at the exact angle that has me gasping into his mouth.
“I know this is completely inappropriate and the timing is probably shit, but I love you.” He cup my cheeks. “I always have. We’ll find a way. No matter how careful we need to be. No matter what it takes. Life is too short, baby. I don’t want to spend our lives apart ever again.”
“Yes.” I grip his ass and pull him deeper. Tears roll down my cheeks because, despite my life with Cooper and my kids, I feel the same way. “I love you, too.”
The heat between us builds fast, the slow burn turning sharp and urgent. I feel his cock swell as he gets closer, hips snapping harder, pounding into me until my orgasm tears through me again, He follows with a low, guttural sound, erupting until I’m flooded.
This time, he doesn’t pull out. He stays inside, lowering his weight until his chest is pressed to mine, his mouth at my temple “We get this one life, and I’m not wasting another fucking second without you.”
My thumb strokes the rough stubble on his face. The significance of everything we’ve been through sinks in. All the years of silence. All the nights spent living other lives pretending we’d moved on. We kiss languidly, like we’re sealing a promise,and I feel him soften inside me before he finally eases out, his hand resting at my hip as if to say he’s not letting me go far.
We lie together, limbs knotted, breath steadying by degrees. My fingers drift over the lines of his back, memorizing him all over again. When he shifts, it’s not to leave but to roll me gently onto my side, fitting himself around me, his arm a solid band across my waist. He presses his lips to the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, and I swear I feel us slip right back into place as though no time has ever passed.
Except it has. I have three realities who have no clue I loved anyone but their father.
Neither of us speaks. It’s not awkward but thick with everything we haven’t begun to unpack.
He nuzzles into my hair. “I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight, let alone…this.”
“I wasn’t expecting this either.” I settle into his arms.
His palm spreads over my stomach. “Now all I can think about is how we make us work.”
“We’re not the same people we were.” I turn my head toward him.
“No,” he agrees. “We’ve both got our lives. Your kids, they’re your whole world. I don’t want to step wrong with them. And Rafferty—” He swallows. “He’s a baby. I need to be careful for him too.”
The mention of Rafferty softens something in me. “For this to work, I want them all to feel safe. My kids cannot ever think I’m replacing Cooper. Your son should never be confused about who’s in his corner.”
“We’ll go slow.” He studies me like he’s searching for the map to whatever comes next.
“Get to know each other again,” I agree. “Take our time.”
Something in his eyes softens, but heat builds under the surface. He tips my chin and his lips brush mine beforedeepening the kiss until it pulls an ache low in my belly. His hand curves over my hip, urging me closer, his body molded to my back. The heft of his erection presses against the curve of my ass, hard and hot.
“Apparently, I need to be inside you.” He kisses the side of my mouth.
His fingers slip between my thighs, coaxing me open as he shifts his hips, angling himself until the blunt head nudges where I’m drenched with his seed and my arousal. He pushes forward, slow enough for me to feel every inch fill me from behind until my breath catches and my hand grips his forearm.
