Page 49 of Melt With You

She shook her head. She didn’t know. She’d wanted a break from reality. Well, she’d gotten that all right. One she wasn’t entirely sure she’d ever recover from. But was this really what they should be focusing on? She had so many other questions.

‘What do you mean, that you sent me back?’ she started. ‘Why would you do that? I’ mean, how would you …’

But he silenced her query with his lips on hers, and she shivered, feeling as if there’d never been a break between them. As if she’d always been his. Why had they broken up in the first place? She’d gone off to one school, he’d gone to another, and in spite of their intentions to remain true to one another, the very best intentions eighteen-year-olds could make, real life had gotten in the way. They’d attempted to stay together for a little while. They’d written letters. A lot of letters in the first month, fewer in the second. She’d been consumed by how much she’d disliked school, had been embarrassed when she dropped out the first time. Along with dropping out, she’d dropped Rowan.

He was the one to break the embrace, setting her down on the ground and staring at her. ‘How could you go with someone else so quickly?’

‘What do you mean?’ Was he still talking about Luke?

‘Van … at the club.’

Her eyes lit up. She remembered. He’d been there, too. Hadn’t he? Bumped into her on the dance floor. But before she had realized that it was him, Van had pulled her off to the corner, and they’d had sex again. Sex that had blended into something else, sex with Mica …

‘I thought I was dreaming …’ She hoped he understood what she meant. She’d thought the whole damn thing was a dream. And for the first time in her life, she’d finally been able to act the way she wanted to in dreams.

He kissed her again. There was violence in the way he kissed her, but her body reacted surprisingly. She was wet. So wet. But her arousal couldn’t stop the questions from flooding her mind, from breaking free. Now that there was someone who knew what she was going through, now that there was someone who understood, she wanted to ask him every last query that had occurred to her over the past three weeks. And she started with this: ‘Why did you even bring me back?’

‘I wanted to be sure.’

‘Sure of what?’

‘Sure that I was doing the right thing. You make one change, everything else can be affected. That’s why I couldn’t just snatch you back out. You’d already seen people, talked to them, been involved. The more I pulled you around, the more of a mess we might have made.’

He kissed her again.

‘A mess,’ she repeated, trying to stay on track, but having a difficult time. The way his lips felt against hers was too good. He kissed her again, and she let the kiss melt over her. She felt the warmth of his lips on hers, and felt something else, the way his body pressed against hers, the hardness of him. She remembered that from school, as well. But aside from that one single time, they’d never been able to act on his arousal, or hers. She’d always stopped them before things got out of hand.

When he looked down at her, she saw a glint in his green eyes, saw the question there, and she sucked in her breath and nodded. Right now, nothing else mattered. Right now, all she needed was him.

He was quick, then. Pulling her fuchsia satin panties aside. Ripping open the fly of his jeans. She caught one good look at his cock before he was thrusting forward, thrusting hard.

Oh, fuck, he felt so good inside of her. He filled her up, and then he lifted her up, holding her against the wall with his strength. Keeping her positioned perfectly to receive his cock.

‘Dori,’ he said, as he thrust forward.

He knew her. That’s what turned her on so much. He was looking into her eyes, and he knew her. She wasn’t Emma, wasn’t thirty-one, wasn’t in town on vacation. She was Dori Martin, solidly thirty-eight, wrapped in the embrace of the one man she’d ever truly loved.

Rowan rocked against her, bringing his face to her shoulder, biting the ridge of her collar bone, and she understood from that gesture that he’d been the one to fuck her at The Majestic. She wondered whether he’d expected her to recognize him that night in the bathroom, whether he’d thought she would realize who he was from how he touched her.

But the experience had been too unexpected. Now, she could focus. Now, she could really feel him.

He caressed her as he fucked her, moving one hand over her body, running his fingers over her breasts, then down the flat of her belly. He slid one hand between their bodies to touch her clit, to stroke her pussy, then brought his fingertips to her mouth for her to lick clean.

She was wetter than she ever remembered, and they’d only just started. God, if he kept doing that, staring into her eyes as he fucked her, she would come in moments. She’d adored fucking Van, but there had been something missing. And she’d pushed down the feeling each time, refused to pay attention to what her heart was telling her.

What had been lacking?

Not the excitement. They had plenty of that. But definitely something. Depth? Was that it? Desire that went beyond the cravings of skin on skin. With Rowan, she felt the connection that they’d had from the start, twenty years ago. Felt as if they had never been apart, as if this were her real life and all the rest, the years that had passed since high school, those years had been a dream.

Rowan thrust against her, harder yet, and she groaned and bit into her bottom lip.

Once more, he slid one hand between their bodies, working his fingertips over her clit, and she moaned out loud. Oh, he was touching her just right. He knew precisely how to do it. Fingers making dangerous little circles. Ovals. Diamonds. Fingertips pressing perfectly around and around, not stroking her with too much force. Not yet. Not until she could take the pressure.

Her eyes focused on the graffiti on the wall behind him. TLA. And she realized something in a snap. Sure, she’d had fun with Van. She’d been on a crazy, roller coaster of a ride. But that’s what had been missing.

True Love Always.

Rowan bucked his hips harder and Dori wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist. Flat waist. Hard body. He was every bit as handsome now as he’d been in 1988. Of course, this was 1988.

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