Page 60 of Kisses Sweeter than Wine

“Oh, God.” She gasped. Her breath came in the form of a raspy pant. She clutched his head, rolling her hips with his movement. Hyperaware they weren’t alone in the house, she did her best to keep her moans soft, but her climax hit her like a fucking tidal wave. “Merlot, oh, my… yes, yes…” She dropped her head back. Her body shook and quivered. She tried to fill her lungs with oxygen but failed.

He kissed the inside of her thigh and smoothed his hand over her stomach. Lifting his gaze, he smiled. “You’re amazing.”

“I think that’s my line.”

Pushing himself from the bed, he undid the button of his jeans and lowered his zipper.

“Allow me.”

He dropped his hands to his sides.

“The first time I did this, I was so afraid I would hurt you.”

He chuckled. “I remember.” He smoothed back her hair.

“I haven’t done this, or what you just did, since.”

Taking her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he tilted her head. “You’re joking, right?”

“No,” she said softly.

“Why not?” His sweet gaze tore through her system.

She’d always been able to tell him anything. As teenagers, they talked about everything. No topic had been left off the table. And when it came to the really big topics, like sex, they had always been honest with each other. “I felt like I would have been betraying you somehow. I know that’s weird, but it was the one thing that I could hold on to that was just ours.”

“I don’t know if I find that ridiculously sweet or kind of sad.” He leaned over and kissed her lips. “You deserve to be happy. To have pleasure in your life. That includes all the relationships you had. Doesn’t matter that I don’t like that we’ve both been with other people, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have wanted you to have all the joys in life.”

Carefully, she rolled his pants over his hips, tugging them down his legs. Her eyes widened. “Let’s see if I remember how to do this.”

“It’s not that hard.”

“Oh, yes, it is.” She curled her fingers around his length as he kicked his jeans to the side.

He groaned. “That’s not what I meant.”

Staring at him, she ran her hand gently up and down, studying his body. He wasn’t the same teenager she’d been with all those years ago. He’d filled out and his shoulders were broader than she remembered. But this was the same man she’d fallen in love with and still loved with her entire soul.

Cupping him, she flicked her tongue over the tip, gliding it up and down, enjoying the way his fingers felt on her head as he pooled her hair. She’d done this to him many times, but never while he’d been standing up. She loved that their exploration was a combination of new and old clashing in a ball of flames. A sense of wild empowerment filled her veins as she took him into her mouth.

“Jesus, Talbot,” he muttered. His leg muscles stiffened.

She pressed one hand on this taut stomach. It twitched. She took as much as she could, easing him in and out slowly while keeping her gaze locked with his with reckless abandon.

He tugged her off, shoved her back on the bed, and collapsed next to her, breathless. He cupped her, gently rubbing his finger over her hard nub as he took her nipple into his mouth.

She reached for him, but he batted her hand away.

“I want to touch you more,” she managed through a raspy breath.

“You do that, and I’ll be a seventeen-year-old old all over again and we won’t get to use the condoms on the nightstand.” He thrust two fingers inside her with force.

“Oh, God.” She arched her back. “That’s not fair.”

He rolled his tongue over her nipple. It tingled, sending a shock wave across her skin right down to her toes. He moved to the other one, sucking on it, hard.

Stretching out her arm, she found one of the condom packages. “Here.”

He laughed. “Someone is being impatient.”

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