When We Touch

Our hearts beat together.

We’re one, like we were before.

Like we were always meant to be.

Fifteen

Jack

Having Ember Rose in my arms is like winning the fucking lottery. It’s like being named King of Everything. It’s like…

I can’t help a grin. My mind is a lovesick teenager.

I’m the boy who left ten years ago.

In adult terms, having her again is better than graduating with honors from the hardest law school in the country. It’s better than winning the toughest case of my career. It’s better than anything I’ve done since I left this place.

She has matured since I knew her last, but she’s still so much the same. She’s a woman now, a mother, and she moves with a confident grace she didn’t have as a teen.

Still, holding her now, looking down into her dark eyes flecked with gold, I see the girl who stole my heart years ago. She’s everything I always wanted. Her fingers trace along the tops of my shoulders, and I lean down to kiss her again, inhaling deeply of lavender and rose. We’re lying, our bodies pressed together in her bed, and…

Fuck me, I’m suffocating.

“How do you sleep in this place?” Lines of sweat follow her fingertips down my back. “It’s hot as hell.”

She starts to laugh. “I don’t usually have a human radiator generating heat in the bed with me.”

“We

can’t sleep here.” Sitting up, I pull her with me. Her dark hair falls around her shoulders, and for a moment, I forget my name.

She’s sitting here naked, her small breasts round and full, her dark nipples peaked and straining. Her narrow waist leads down to her curved hips and bare legs with only the sheet tossed across her lap.

“Jesus, Ember,” I whisper awestruck. “You’re so beautiful.”

Dark brown eyes lift to mine, and they’re shining with emotion. I can’t help cupping her cheek, sliding my thumb over her lips, moving my hand down her slim neck to her chest, her breast. I cup it, a perfect handful, rolling her nipple between my fingers. She inhales audibly, and my dick stirs. I want to be inside her again.

Her hand covers mine, fingers spreading before sliding up my arm. “You’re the same boy who stole my breath the first time I saw you.”

“Am I the same?” I grin. “I can think of a few differences.”

White teeth appear when she smiles, and she traces her fingers along the line of my hair. “Your hair is shorter.” Her bottom lip goes between her teeth. “You’re more polished. You’re a man now.”

My stomach is tight, my whole body tense with lust. I’m a man who sees everything he wants in the world and who’s ready to claim it.

“Come on,” I say, clearing the thickness from my throat. “If we stay here much longer, I’ll have to fuck you again.”

That gets me a real laugh. “You’re a little dirtier than you used to be.”

Standing beside the bed, I pull her straight up against me, her soft curves melting against my hardness. “I’m a lot dirtier than I used to be.”

I feel her body shiver, and her eyes darken. That’s my Ember Rose, the girl who told me I would teach her to kiss. The girl who told me to teach her everything. The girl who eagerly went wherever I wanted to take her…

Remembering those days, the things we did, her innocence makes her more mine than any vows we might have made.

Stepping to the side, I hold her hand. “Get dressed. I’m taking you to my place.”

I watch as she goes to an old armoire. Her ass is round and soft like a peach, and shit if I’m going to be able to get my dick in my pants if she keeps prancing around here naked. She takes out a filmy dress and drops it over her head. When she turns around, she does a little shrug.