Page 41 of Merry Little Heartbreak

With those three words, her heart broke open, and she could feel the power of how deeply she had needed to hear them. She had missed him for ten years.

Then his mouth was on hers, and she dove into his embrace. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms above his shoulders to pull him closer. One of them growled as his hands cupped her bottom before he effortlessly hiked her up into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his narrow hips, and he walked them farther into her place.

His admission made her putty in his hands. There was no pretense, no denial as their bodies collided. Pulling his T-shirt up, she felt his rigid muscular abdomen and smooth silky skin under her touch. Soft hair tickled her fingers as they moved up along his chest.

“More,” she breathed as he bit her lower lip before sucking on it.

Memories rushed back with promises of pleasure, and their kinetic energy was explosive. She needed him to never stop.

Drake was always a giving lover in bed, but the young man she’d known in college had turned into a more confident version. And she had a feeling she was about to experience an entirely new side of Drake’s desire. Before she could dwell on it, he began to remove her shirt, then slowly peeled off her jeans, leaving her with only her bra and mismatched panties.

“Baby, you’re so gorgeous. I want to sink my teeth into this spectacular, round ass.” His mouth moved over her hip and he gave her a gentle bite while his hands roamed her curves.

“I fell asleep before I could shower. Let me clean up.”

“No,” he said, licking her belly and tasting his way back up her body until his mouth was on her throat. “Why bother when you’ll just get dirty again? Besides, I like your taste.” His breath was hot on her ear.

Hoisting her up again, he walked them to her bedroom down a short hall off the living room and then sat on the edge of her bed. A position that forced her to straddle him. Her breasts pressed against his chest. His hand slipped between their bodies, and his thumb found her clit. With one flick, sparks shattered behind her eyes as she rocked her hips over him.

“You missed me too, I see.”

Her knees trembled as his thumb continued to tease her while his forefinger slid inside her heat. She was blind to anything that stood between them. All she knew was this moment and the sensations he was creating within her.

Desperation.

Lust.

Need.

And something she refused to name pulsed between them. Drake was everywhere, hands, mouth, scent, his body pressed against hers, but she wanted more.

Without even having to ask, he knew what she needed and rolled her onto her back on the bed. His body hovered over her as he leaned back to remove his shirt, then his scrub pants, until he stood in all his gorgeous, naked, manly glory, and every faded dream she had of him was lit up in color. Sinew muscles, broad chest, sculpted abs, and a dark happy trail leading to his huge, swollen cock. Drake’s eyes were the color of coal, and his tongue licked his lips as he took her in, laying with her legs open for him on the bed.

The separation was like sweet torture, but then he was back with his skin on hers. Her knees framed his hips, while she pulled him closer until with one thrust he was hers again. Deep inside, binding them together, in a world where nothing could come between them. Home where he belonged to her, and he owned her body and mind. His body was woven with hers, breaths held as they each took in the moment, eyes searching and finding the same answers. This connection had been missing for both of them.

“Mine,” Drake said in a whisper, before his hips began to move slowly.

One word taking her back in time.

“Yours,” she said, past the knot of emotions in her throat. Her hips bucked up to meet his. She was already close to enjoying the most intense orgasm she’d ever had since the last time she’d been with Drake. If she stopped to think about all her feelings about being with him again, she would get too emotional. So she focused on the pleasure instead.

He took his time coaxing her body into a frenzy before letting her burst into a million tiny pieces. And he didn’t stop there. He was insatiable for her, as if he planned to relearn every inch of her body, every pleasure point and taste of her skin, until they both were a satiated heap of entangled bodies. She fell asleep to him whispering what he planned to do to her next.

The next morning, she woke up, energized and hungry, but Drake’s heavy breathing proved he was exhausted. Sliding out of bed, she grabbed a few things, pulled the heavy blackout curtains into place, and closed the bathroom door shut. He could sleep another hour while she putzed around the house. After a long, hot shower, she got dressed and started to cook breakfast. All the mundane steps seemed more enticing with Drake’s naked body sleeping a room away.

It wasn’t until her dad called. She walked out onto the private patio of her condo and slid to put some more distance between her and Drake.

“Honey, I was checking to see if you’re coming over for dinner tonight,” her dad said with a hopeful tone.

“Um, not tonight, Dad, but maybe tomorrow?”

“I’m making your favorite enchiladas with verde sauce.”

“I actually have a date, but it’s a first date so don’t get too excited.” She knew the one thing her parents wanted more than anything was to see her on any given day off. But they wouldn’t give her a guilt trip if they thought she was dating someone special, and in her mind, sleeping with Drake felt like a date. They were vocal about their expectations for her to settle down soon.

“Say no more, but make sure you’re being safe. Meet him at the restaurant and don’t let him walk you to your car. Oh, and don’t leave your drinks unattended.”

“Okay, Dad. I promise I’ll be super careful and treat my date like he might be a psycho. I’ll even bring my stun gun.”

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