She whimpered, and her head started to fall, but she stopped it, lifting her eyes back up to mine. “I want you in my bed too. I want my sheets to smell like you and me together.”

My cock throbbed. I was so fucking close to the edge. If she said one more thing like that, I’d lose it, and I wasn’t ready. Not when she looked so damn sexy, with her pants at her knees and her tits swinging each time I plunged deep inside her. And her eyes, I could get lost in those eyes. I probably had a time or two.

I slid my hand between her legs, circling her swollen clit with two fingers. The sounds that came from her were nothing short of erotic. She panted and moaned, grinding her ass against me. Her channel tightened, pulsing, and the muscles in her belly clenched.

She threw her head back, her mouth falling open, and her moans became my name, chanted and slurred. She held my cock with a vise grip, keeping me deep, only allowing little jerky movements. It was enough. More than enough.

“Can I come in you, baby?” I gritted out. Every ounce of self-control was being funneled into keeping myself from coming before she answered.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, I need it.”

I pushed forward one more time and spilled inside her, coating us both. She flexed again and again, taking my cum deep while we both moaned in ecstasy.

Shewas ecstasy.

But she wasn’t my drug. She was my life. Things had gotten turned around for a while, but that didn’t change facts. It didn’t matter how many years had passed, Tali was the love of my life.

But she wasn’t ready to hear that. Not yet.

I pulled out of her carefully, taking a moment to admire the hell out of her bright pink pussy and the trickle of my cum leaking from her.

I patted her pretty ass. “Stay here.”

She laid her head on the table, huffing a laugh. “I don’t think I can move.”

In the attached bathroom, I ran some warm water over a few paper towels. After I quickly cleaned myself up, I returned to Tali and wiped away the mess I’d made of her. I tossed the paper towels aside and helped her stand up straight, then I pulled her pants back up and handed her her bra and shirt. She put those on herself, but not before I cupped her tits and took a moment to suck her tight little nipples.

Dressed again in her sexy outfit, with just-fucked hair and pink cheeks, my dick twitched, getting stupid ideas. We both had to work, but if we didn’t, I’d be dragging her pants down again and letting her sit on my face.

Giving me a saucy, knowing smile, like she could read my dirty thoughts, Tali hopped up on the dressing table and held her hands out to me. “Come here, Jude.”

Instead of walking into her embrace, I grabbed her ankle and lifted her leg so I could inspect her shoe.

“Are these…?” My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “These are like the ones you had?”

She nodded, snagging my T-shirt and pulling me between her legs. “I went to a vintage shop Michaela told me about. And there they were, like they were waiting for me.”

Cupping her face, I rubbed my thumbs along her cheeks. “I loved you in those boots. I felt like shit that I ruined them.”

She’d worn those white Docs everywhere, dressed up or in sweatpants. The way I’d mindlessly thrown her in the pool, ruining her treasured shoes, was only a sliver of the destruction I’d left in my wake.

She still looked fucking adorable in them.

“I guess another wrong was righted today.”

“I hope so,” I said.

“I met the wife of Paul Alcado, the singer from Dancing Bones. Do you remember them?”

“Uh…” I rubbed my forehead, “I think so.”

To tell the truth, sometimes my memory was shit. Too many chemicals killed too many brain cells. But my brain had somehow preserved every second I’d spent with Tali. Those memories were in bright, flaming Technicolor.

“It doesn’t matter. Just that she was cool as hell and told me her life story. These were her boots, but they never fit right, so now they’re mine.”

I kissed her. I couldn’t help myself. Not when her eyes shone with excitement over a pair of Docs.

“I should’ve replaced them,” I said.