I shake my head. “I’ve put on weight.”
“You’re perfect. You’re—”
Daniel doesn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he leans over, sealing his lips against mine. Oh God, his lips. They’re so warm and feel so, so good against mine that I fist his shirt without thinking, pulling him even closer, scooting over to one side, making space for him.
Chapter Eight
Daniel
She sighs against my mouth, and it’s as if my brain short-circuits, leaving only one thought to stand out: I want this woman. I need her.
Pulling away, I bring her hand to my lips again, kissing her knuckles, then the back of her hand, up her forearm. Goose bumps form where my lips touch her. She’s as responsive to me as she’s always been. I kiss up her arm, her bare shoulder, inching closer toward her neck. I pause in the act of feathering my lips over her clavicle, the tip of my nose nearly touching her neck. I wait, holding my breath, until she finally tilts her head up, giving me access.
I lavish her neck with kisses, especially at the crease where her neck meets her shoulder. She shudders in my arms, fisting the pillow. That’s still a sweet spot for her.
I’m overcome by the primal need of touching and licking every morsel of her skin. Is her earlobe still a sweet spot? Would she still come just from feeling my tongue inside her and my thumb pressing on her clit?
Her body has changed since we’ve last been together. In college, she’d been slender, but now her hips and ass are filled out; she’s all luscious curves and firm muscle. I worshiped her shape then, and now I want to rediscover every inch of her skin, want to discover every new way in which I can bring her pleasure. I want to do so many things to her that one night will never be enough.
Grazing her earlobe with my teeth, I skim my hand down her thigh, from the apex down to her knee, my fingers brushing the towel until I find bare skin. Instantly she presses her thighs together, nestling my hand in the space just above her knees.
I’m dying to touch her pussy, taste her, but I still have a long way to go until I’ll be there. There is so much of Caroline to touch and enjoy.
I inch with my mouth from her earlobe down to her cheek, stopping when the corners of our lips touch. She’s still holding my hand hostage between her legs, and as I rub my middle finger in a slight circular motion on the skin, I feel her break out into goose bumps again. On her legs, her arms. If I touched her pussy now, she’d have goose bumps there too. The thought sends a shot from my balls right to the tip. My fingers instantly curl, digging into her skin.
Caroline exhales sharply. I’ve been so lost in rediscovering her that I haven’t been paying attention to her fingers unbuttoning my shirt. I stop any movement for a second, my hand hovering over her thigh, my lips at the corner of her mouth. I just want to feel her for a moment, bask in the knowledge that she’s here with me, opening herself to me once more. Her scent overwhelms my senses—not her perfume, but the scent of her skin. It’s just as I remember it.
I can’t hold back anymore. I capture her mouth. She parts her lips at the same time she opens her thighs in a silent invitation, and I’m so hard, the zipper of my jeans might burst.
Without interrupting the kiss, I move us both until we’re lying side by side on the bed, facing each other. Our pelvises are touching, but it’s not enough. I need her skin on mine. I have to get us both naked.
When I hook my thumb into the towel, Caroline stills. Her body is tight with tension. I kiss her deeper, coaxing her tongue into a wild dance. I kiss her until I feel the tension ebb away from her, shudders replacing it. And then she hooks her thumb alongside mine into the towel, and we unfasten it together. The fabric slips off her, leaving her completely naked. My shirt, jeans, and boxers go next.
We’re still both on our sides, facing each other when I palm one breast, twisting the nipple, and her whole body arches in response, her hips bucking forward, her pussy slamming right into my bent leg. Oh, fuck me. She’s dripping wet and coats my skin in her arousal too. All my plans to prolong the foreplay fly out the window. I’m blind with need.
“Caroline, you’re so sexy. So beautiful. I’m dying to be inside you. Oh, fuck. I have no condoms with me.”
“Don’t worry. I’m—just don’t worry about it.”
I inch so close to her until I can feel the skin of her pelvis on the length of my erection. She perches her upper leg on top of mine. Gripping myself at the base, I rub the tip just above her navel, then slide it farther down to her pubic bone, and lower still, pressing it against her clit. She grazes my chest with her nails.
“Look at me.”
She lifts her gaze just as I position myself at her entrance and slide inside her.
“This feels so good. So good,” she chants. Gripping the back of her head, I bring her closer until our foreheads touch.
“Say my name.”
“Daniel.”
“Say it the way you used to.”
“Dan.”
Energy coils through me, a bolt of heat searing me from the point of our connection right to the nerve endings between my shoulder blades and the tips of my ears. She’s so tight around me I can barely take it. This is everything. The scent of her skin mixing with the scent of her arousal, her breath on my lips.
She opens up beautifully, thrusting her chest to me, the leg she hooked around me clenching slightly. Leveling myself on my forearm, I kiss her, bracing my free hand on her hip. I can’t pace myself anymore. I drive into her wildly, using my hand to steady her, to pull her up and down my cock. She squeezes me so good and so tight.... Pulling out slowly, I slam against her again, filling her up, but I know I can go even deeper. First I have to make sure she’s at that point too.