“Oh, I do, and I’m about to show you exactly how much.” I licked up her center in one broad stroke, from that hot, silky opening to her clit.
I was starving for it, ravenous. I licked and sucked and buried my tongue inside her while her feet dug into my shoulder blades and her sexy thighs trapped my head in place.
She tasted as sweet as I remembered her. Honey and spice and all Charlotte. I let out a groan, the sound a deep mixture of agonized pleasure and the desperate urge to fuck her until the only thing she could remember was me and everything we used to share.
But this was all for her, so I gave her my fingers instead, hooking them to find that spot inside that I knew would make her lose her mind while I took that sweet little clit into my mouth, darting my tongue against it and sucking her hard.
Her hands shoved into my hair while soft keening cries fell from her lips. “Cade, don’t you dare stop,” she mewled as she writhed against my mouth. Her knees drew up, then fell to the sides as she planted her feet on the mattress and thrust her hips against my face.
She was frantic now, hands clawing the sheets, legs straining and spread wide open. I could feel her tightening on my fingers in fluttering waves, so I gave her another one. I moved my tongue faster around her clit, swirled it harder, then sucked it back into my mouth with pulsing little pulls until her legs relaxed, she shuddered against me, and yelled my name.
“I need you now. Get up here, get inside me. Please, Cade.” She reached for me then, her voice nothing but breathy, shuddering whispers of need as she came down from her high.
I wanted her so much, almost too much. I didn’t want this to be over too fast. Slowly, I moved up her body until I could slip inside. She was hot, wet paradise and still trembling from her orgasm.
My eyes slammed shut as I struggled to slow down and be gentle when all I wanted to do was fuck her hard and senseless, until we were both lost in our pleasure and driven out of our minds with lust.
“I love how you feel inside me. Like you belong there.” She moaned in my ear. I braced myself over her, moving slowly, easing myself in and out as I watched her eyes drift closed and her lips part as she took me.
“I want to make you feel good.” I groaned into her neck, biting gently.
“You do. This is perfect, Cade.”
I began to move with deep strokes. Long and slow, smiling as she arched her back and wrapped a leg around my hips, then dug her nails in my back to pull me closer.
I was losing control. She wasn’t making it easy to go slow with her sexy panting breaths in my ear, her hands moving down to my ass to pull me in, and the honey sweet taste of her pussy still on my tongue.
She met my thrusts, shoving her hips up into mine, faster and faster until our bodies fell into that same hard rhythm we had always been able to create together.
We were made for each other; we always had been, and it was obvious to me now we always would be.
We were wordless, speaking with moans and sighs, grasping hands, and groans of pleasure.
I went deeper and she bit my earlobe, sucking it into her mouth before she whispered in my ear, telling me not to stop, not to dare fucking stop.
This was full body; every sense was on fire as I burned for her.
Her smell, her taste, the feel of her slick skin enveloping mine was my world. The only thing that mattered was making her explode so I could put her back together again.
She cried out, begging without words for me to make her come. She was mine to please, mine to take care of and protect, and I would do it each and every time she needed me.
Light burst behind my closed lids. My spine tingled as my body tightened for release. She was close too. I could feel it in the way she squeezed me deeper.
I reached the peak, almost ready to let go and fall. I forced my eyes to open. I had to watch her come, I needed to see the flush in her cheeks, the gorgeous arc of her neck, the faint smile that always traced across her face when she came. She was everything beautiful in the world. All I would ever need to be complete, but damn it, she wasn’t mine.
And she never would be.
We were tangled up in this perfect moment, but it couldn’t last forever no matter how much I wanted it to. Our last time.
One more night.
I rocked desperately into her tight heat as her panting breath turned into pleading mewls in my ear. I slid my thumb against her clit—circling it once, twice—until she went off with me.
I stayed buried inside her as we laid still, wrapped in each other’s arms and gasping for breath.
She held me tight and kissed my cheek with a soft sigh.
I bit my lip and shut my eyes, fighting against the tears that threatened to spill over.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Gathering my wits, I asked, “Are you okay, baby? Was it too much? Too hard for you?”
Hazy eyes met mine. “No. Cade, you’re perfect. I’ve always loved being with you.”
“Good. I’ve never—It’s never been like this with anyone but you, Charlotte. I don’t even think when I’m inside you. I only feel.” She tightened reflexively at my words, and I groaned before slipping out and rolling to my side.
“I know, it’s the same for me. With you, sex becomes beautiful, like something out of a dream.” She snuggled close, resting her head on my chest. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
“Yes.” I would stay tonight. I wished I could stay every night into forever. I never wanted to leave.
It’s funny how life is full of so many moments that you think are one thing but are actually something else.
One more night. The idea of it was bullshit.
This wasn’t closure; I had been fooling myself. This was my heart finally accepting the truth.
I’m in love with her.
I had always loved her.
I’d never stopped.