Greek (Palm South University)

“It was a mistake,” he says quickly. “The worst fucking mistake I’ve ever made. I was stupid. I was wrong.”

“All I wanted was for you to come back,” I admit on a strained whisper, rolling my lips together and shaking my head. “And now that you have, I hate that I wished for it.”

Jarrett tries reaching for me again, but I flinch away.

“I wish you’d have stayed gone. I wish you’d have never shown back up and turned my life upside down as soon as I figured out how to right it again.”

“No, you don’t.”

I cry at his words, covering my face and forcing a breath to stop the tears as much as I can before crossing my arms and lifting my chin to face him again. I don’t want to break, but goddamnit if he doesn’t undo me.

“I never left you.”

I laugh under my breath, but Jarrett moves in closer. I back away, but he doesn’t relent. He just keeps closing the space until my back is against a brick wall and his chest is touching mine.

“You’ve always had me and you know it — just like I’ve always had you.”

I swallow, staring at him through bleary eyes, but already I can feel it — my pulse quickening, thighs tightening, head pounding as every molecule of my body swirls at the way it feels to be watched by him.

“This?” he says, gesturing between us. “What we have? It’s elemental. It’s… transcendental. It doesn’t matter what happens, what mistakes we make, how much time we have apart or who might come between us.”

He shakes his head, stepping into me more, his entire body pressing against mine as his hands snake up my arms, over my neck, up my jaw to cradle my face between them.

“It’s always going to be us, Jess.” He licks his lips. “For me, it’s always going to be you.”

His mouth is on me in the next second, stealing any response I had.

And I let him take it.

Let him take all of me.

We’re in a cab back to my place less than sixty seconds later.

Hands.

Hands everywhere.

Grabbing my hips, my thighs, my ass, my back, my neck. Gripping my hair. Shredding my clothes.

And lips.

Lips everywhere.

On my mouth, my breasts, my neck, the sensitive skin along my inner thighs.

I might as well be drunk, or high, or in a fucking meditative state for how time passes, how I lose track of everything as that man sweeps me away to a universe all his own.

It’s all a sensory-overdrive blur until the moment he rips his briefs down.

He’s already on the prowl for me, crawling his way up the bed where I wait for him propped against the pillows. Before he can reach me, I press my toes into his chest, pushing back until he’s on his knees so I can get a good, long look.

A good, long, hard look.

A good, long, hard, perfectly shaped, perfectly thick, perfectly mine look.

Jarrett crooks a smile, tilting his head a bit. “Someone likes what they see.”

“Someone hasn’t seen it in far too long.”

In a feat of movement my brain can’t comprehend, Jarrett flips me onto my back, stands at the edge of the bed, and grabs me under the arms to drag me until my head hangs off the mattress.

“Maybe someone should taste it,” he husks, carefully moving my hair from my face and gently, tenderly tilting my head until my throat is long and exposed, head hanging completely off the bed.

Jesus fucking Christ.

He doesn’t wait for my smartass answer that I’m sure he knows I have on the tip of my tongue. Instead, he grabs his cock and presses it to my lips, arching a brow and slicking his tip along them until I grant him entrance.

The gentleness is gone.

He presses inside before I’m ready, slicking himself with my saliva as I force a breath and open my throat wide so as not to gag. He curses when he’s fully inside me, and then he’s palming my breasts, pulling out again only to slide back in nice and slow.

I kind of wish I had his view, kind of wish I could see his dick bulging in my throat, my tits under his hands, my thighs spread, body writhing with need.

This is what he does to me.

This is that elemental, carnal connection he was referring to.

It’s the most powerful high.

“Goddamnit, Jess. Do you know how many nights I’ve laid awake thinking about this, about you?” he asks, withdrawing just to push inside my throat once more. “Do you know how badly you’ve ruined me for any other woman, how dull and lifeless their touch is compared to yours?”

I threaten with a little bit of teeth when he mentions other women, and it makes him yelp a little before he chuckles, pulling all the way out and yet again flipping me on the bed. He picks me up—