Reunited in Love

She angled her pelvis for deeper penetration and moved. He wrapped his hands around her hips, guiding her to ensure she didn’t push him over the edge too soon.

“You’re so hot,” he muttered. “If you don’t stop, it won’t be good for either of us.”

She made a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a gasp. “Speak for yourself. It’s already plenty good.”

“You have no idea what I have in mind for you.”

He slowly withdrew, relishing the delicious way she clenched around him, trying to hold him inside. Then he surged back into her, loving the way her wet softness gave in to his hard length.

She put a hand to the back of his head and kissed him, her mouth openly carnal as she devoured him. She sucked his tongue and used her other hand to grip his shoulder, her fingernails digging into his flesh. He grabbed her ass more firmly as he continued sliding in and out of her. He could feel the tightening of her body, her muscles starting to spasm as she spiraled closer and closer to her climax.

At one strong savage thrust, she screamed his name, her back arching as she orgasmed in his arms. Heat suffused her, making her glow like a rose in full bloom. Her inner muscles rippled, milking him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He let go, a guttural groan escaping through his clenched teeth.

He collapsed upon her for a few moments, then levered himself up on one elbow to ensure he didn’t crush her with his full weight. She had undone him with her honest and generous passion. He rested his forehead on hers until his breathing normalized, then rolled to his side, pulling her close. She fit perfectly against him, her beautiful soft body molding to his.

Somehow, she was different from all the other women he’d been with. He didn’t know how or why. He was too out of breath, too immersed in the afterglow of mind-blowing pleasure to figure it out at the moment. The sex was even better than it had been all those years ago.

This time he intended to hold on to her. She wouldn’t slip away again.

Chapter Four

KERRI LAY ON HER SIDE, dazed, with Ethan flush against her. Whatever she’d felt way back when hadn’t been a fluke. God, he really was just freaking amazingly good in bed, and she hadn’t been romanticizing the past in the slightest. If anything, he was even better than she remembered.

Or maybe it was just added experience on his part. The thought made her a little less happy.

His warm hand caressed her belly. She liked the weight of it. It was solid, comforting and seemed to create a new kind of connection between them.

She swallowed, careful to keep her body relaxed. This was just a fling, a one-night stand—a repeater, of course, but a one-night stand nonetheless—with a man who made her heart beat a little faster. There was no shame in that. This was the twenty-first century, and she was a modern woman. She was no longer the young girl who tried to please others, passively waiting for approval from those around her.

Having sex with Ethan was part of who she was—a woman who went after what she wanted. A woman in control.

He kissed her shoulder. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

She put a hand over his. “So are you.” She twisted so she could look at him.

“Spend the night with me,” he said, already semi-hard against her.

She gave him a feline smile and wrapped her hand around his cock, which instantly stiffened and grew to the point where her fingers couldn’t quite meet her thumb. “What do I get if I do?”

“Let me show you,” Ethan said. And the magic began all over again.

*

Kerri felt Ethan leave the bed. What time was it? The bedroom was still dark—maybe past three?

He moved quietly, a phone clenched in his hand. She surreptitiously watched his gorgeous nude body, limned by streetlights from the outside. A set of shoulders wide enough to carry the weight of the world, then the thickly muscled chest, and the clean lines of his torso flowing into a tight ass and powerfully sculpted thighs and calves. The man was simply a work of art.

She lay there and soon heard his low gravelly voice coming through the slightly ajar door. It didn’t sound like the call was going to be a quick one.

The luxurious gold-trimmed sheet glided like silk against her skin as she pushed herself up. He’d as

ked her to spend the night with him. They’d already made love three times and slept for a bit. He had to be sated by now. Besides, she’d never said she would spend the entire night anyway. Her answer to his question had been a question, not a definite yes or no. She couldn’t be responsible for how he decided to interpret it.

She gathered her clothes from where they lay strewn around the room. The thong wasn’t salvageable. Oh well, time to go commando. She shoved the fabric into her pants pocket and put on her outfit. The stilettos dangling from her fingers, she padded quietly past his study as his voice grew tense. She grabbed her purse from the dining room chair and quietly slipped out the door, putting her shoes on once she was in the hall outside his penthouse. She felt vaguely like a thief, stealing away, but there was no reason to stay. Why ruin a good night of sex with a bunch of sappy post-sex moments? She wasn’t good at them, and frankly, what could they possibly do in the morning? Have more sex? Engage in pointless small talk to alleviate the inevitable awkwardness? Make promises they would both know were lies?

Leaving on a high—and clean—note was far better.

The doorman looked at her with curiosity.