Page 112 of Eight Years Gone

Her smile was back. “And that’s the abbreviated version.”

He nodded. “But this is my favorite.”

“You really want to take my bed?”

He shook his head. “No, but I’d feel good about taking off your clothes right here. For old time’s sake.”

She rolled her eyes. “You really are a sentimental guy.”

He snagged her bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled at the snap on her jeans. “Mostly, I just want you in a place that was ours.”

Her heart melted as she hooked her arms tighter around him. “I can get behind that.”

“Good.” He kissed her, walking her backward to the bed. “That’s good,” he repeated as he pulled her shirt over her head and then pushed her so she fell back against the mattress.

She laughed.

He grinned. “Feel free to wait right there.”

She stared up at him as he took off his shirt, toed off his shoes, then pulled off her sneakers one by one. “I can’t think of any place else I’d rather be.”

He joined her on the mattress, settling himself on top of her. “How’s this?”

She moved her palms up the bumps and ridges of his muscular back. “Perfect.”

He went after the front clasp on her bra. “And this is okay, too?”

She hummed her pleasure when he palmed her breasts.

“Your skin’s always so soft, Gracie,” he whispered as he pressed kisses to her neck while he teased her nipples to points. “This feels right—making out in the first place we ever made out.”

She gave him a nudge, signaling him to reverse their positions.

Within seconds he was on his back.

“Is that what we’re doing?” Straddling him, she went after his ear with gentle nips of her teeth, then trailed open-mouthed kisses along his neck and chest. “Making out?”

He exhaled a breath as he closed his eyes. “I’d consider this a bit of a hybrid.”

She chuckled as she pulled at the snap on his jeans, then worked on the zipper. “Breaking out the science vocabulary. This is like old times.”

He grinned one of his irresistible crooked grins as he skimmed his palms up the sides of her waist. “I don’t remember us getting a whole lot of studying done after things changed between us.”

“You may have a point there.”

He sat up, cupping her face in his hands, taking her deep with an eager kiss. “I can’t get enough of you. I’ve never been able to get enough of you, Grace.”

“Another thing we have in common.”

He moved his arm to hook her against him as he laid her back on the mattress. “We should ditch the rest of our clothes.”

“So, we’re done making out, then?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said as he kissed his way down her stomach, tugging her jeans down her legs. He stood long enough to take his off, sending his boxers to the floor with the denim. “Unless you have an objection.”

Her gaze wandered to his erection. “None at all.”

He settled on the bed again, kissing her knees and thighs, nipping at her through her panties.

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