One to Keep (One to Hold 2)

She leaned forward, and I caught a taut nipple in my mouth again. She moaned, rocking her hips against me. Buried deep, I enjoyed the view of her slim torso, light blonde hair flicking around her shoulders. My fingers only lightly grazed her hips as she rode, coming faster until her body shook. Her moans turned to little cries and I thrust harder, allowing her inner squeezing to pull me with her.

Rolling her onto her back, I plunged hard and deep. Another satisfied sound, and my thrusting grew faster, stronger until I was coming, over and over, groaning against her beautiful neck, lost in the amazing sensation that was being buried inside the woman I loved, holding her in my arms.

Several hazy, glowing moments passed as we both recovered from our reunion. I rolled onto my back, but my arms wouldn’t loosen their hold on her. I carried her with me, pulling her against my chest, her cheek pressed to my neck. Her arms were equally tight around me until at last our breath was calm, our hands were smoothing, caressing. I felt her lips touching my skin.

“Thank you for coming,” she whispered.

“You always make me come.” I couldn’t resist.

She giggled and my arms tightened around her. “You know what I mean. That is not an easy drive.”

“It’s longer than I’d like, but I’m here now.” I shrugged. I would’ve driven longer to be with her, to hold her this way.

My hands were on her back, and I couldn’t stop massaging her skin, allowing her warmth and presence to ease every last bit of that wretched pain away. No more wondering what she was doing. No more wondering if she regretted saying goodbye as much as I regretted not stopping her. No more lying in bed at night hoping she was thinking of me, missing me as much as I missed her, hoping she hadn’t gone back to him. One teary phone call removed all doubt.

She turned her face into my neck. “I can’t believe I’m such a baby.” Her voice was small, and I felt the tension rising in her body.

Rolling her onto her back again, I smoothed her hair off her cheeks and looked into her green eyes all stormy and troubled.

“What are you talking about?” I whispered, kissing her small nose, her chin.

Just like before, she touched my lips with her finger, and just like before, I kissed it. “I should’ve waited longer before I called you.” Her slim brows pulled together, and she tried to turn away. But I wouldn’t let her go. “It’s only been a week. I didn’t even attempt to get over you. All I could think about was holding you, touching you, you touching me. I caved after five days.”

Suppressing a grin, I cupped her cheeks again and covered her mouth with mine. Her lips parted, and our tongues met. I felt her relaxing, and in that moment, the questions in my head were answered—and the answers satisfied me deeply. She was mine. No matter what came next. With a calm confidence, I knew I’d never let her go again.

My mouth moved to her cheek. “Nobody’s getting over anybody here. So why torture us both?”

Her body shook with her small laugh. “Aren’t you trained for torture?”

“Yes, but you’re not.”

She slid down and put her cheek against my chest again. “It’s crazy trying to make this work,” she sighed. “We barely know each other.”

My fingers threaded into her silky hair. She was so beautiful in my arms. “I’d say we’re off to a pretty good start. I’ll take a chance if you will.”

With her forehead rested on me, she sighed. “I still don’t want a long distance relationship.”

This time, nothing she said winded me like her words had in Scottsdale. Back then, I wasn’t sure of anything. Now everything felt possible. I pushed against the mattress, sitting up and bringing her with me. Her green eyes glistened when they met mine, and I smiled.

“So we’ll figure it out.” I smoothed my thumbs over her cheeks. “We’ll get through the weeks however we can, we’ll be together on the weekends, and we’ll figure out what the future’s going to look like. This distance is not forever.”

Her head dropped, but only for a moment. When she lifted it again, she moved forward, wrapping her arms around my neck. My hands spanned her waist before sliding up her body to cup her beautiful breasts. The scent of cactus flower surrounded me, and I lay her back, ready to catch up on all the days we’d missed.

“Now, that first time was amazing, but it went way too fast.” I covered one tight nipple with my mouth and then the other as her little moans began, her fingers threaded in my hair.

“You think?” Her voice was breathless.

“Yes,” I said against her body, traveling lower. I kissed her flat stomach, inhaling the warm perfume lingering on her skin. She whispered my name, and I gave her belly one more kiss before catching her thighs and spreading them open, sinking my tongue between her folds.

A low moan rose from her throat, shooting straight to my hardening cock. I pulled her closer to my mouth, tasting, sliding my fingers inside her, feeling her increasing wetness.

“Oh, Patrick,” she gasped. Her back arched as her orgasm grew, as I sucked, pulled and licked her clit. I wasn’t leaving that spot until she was screaming my name.

My tongue circled again and again, and her hips, her whole body, rotated with it. A few more pulls, and she was crying out, bucking against me. Pushing away, but pulling me closer, her fingers curling in my hair. My erection ached as I fumbled for my pants. I had to keep those damn condoms closer. Finding one, I ripped it open and managed to get it in place, sinking into her again while her muscles were still working.

She caught my cheeks, pulling my mouth to hers, finding my tongue as my dick plunged into her hot opening over and over. Her moans were muffled by our kisses. I broke away, groaning as I sank inside her. Instinct t

ook over, and I went deeper, faster, as she held on, rocking her hips with mine.