But I wanted to take my time. I wanted her. I wanted her body in new ways. Under mine. I wanted to see the fire in her eyes when I made her come. It couldn’t end this soon. I had to fight off the pleasure.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she pushed her lips over my full length, sucking on the rigid lines of my erection. I thrust upward in her mouth. Enjoying every second. Her throat relaxed and I found new depths. New ecstasy.

I grabbed the back of her hair, twisting it in my hands. I tugged against her as I pumped wildly, knowing I had a limit. A threshold I couldn’t break if I wanted the night to last. We could outlast the tropical depression. The power outage. The breaks in the dams and the levees. It was always supposed to be us against the world. What happened to those plans we made?

My spine began to tingle. She moved over me, taking me in and out. Was I at her mercy, or was she supposed to be at mine? The bullseye in my back told me I was running out of time to make that decision.

Our eyes locked and I watched her go wild with my cock in her mouth. Fuck me. She was gorgeous on her knees. I’d craved this for years. I’d dreamed it. Imagined what my cock would look like between her lips, sliding along her tongue, grazing her throat one thrust at a time. I gave her a few more seconds, before I took control of the situation. I had another objective.

She sputtered with shock as I repositioned her, popping my shaft from her mouth.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she questioned my motives as I pinned her beneath me on the bed.

I smiled. “You didn’t think the night was going to end like that?”

Her eyes betrayed her. That was exactly what she intended.

“I see. That was your plan?” She didn’t answer.

I laughed, kissing the crook of her neck. She shivered. “How could that make you cold?” I teased. “It was fucking hot,” I growled, teasing her nipple between my fingers. She arched toward me. I plucked her flesh until she was writhing under me.

My hands canvassed her body while my mouth explored the warmth of her lips. I spread her thighs. She let out a long sigh. My fingers sank into her flesh, pushing her knees wider until I settled between her legs.

Her breath was ragged. I ran a finger against her clit. Shit. She was soaking wet. So ready for me.

“Oh, God,” she hissed.

I kissed behind her ear, swirling the head of my cock against her heat. I felt the electricity surge between us at the contact. Kennedy whimpered as I pushed against her pussy, stretching her enough for us to feel the intense pressure our bodies created.

Her eyes flickered open, catching my gaze. I pressed my palm against hers as I eased inside her with a slow thrust. Her hips rocked forward, drawing me deeper. Fuck.

I wouldn’t let her close her eyes. I wanted her to watch what it meant when I took her body again. I meant it the other night at the Vieux Carre, and I meant it tonight—she was mine—she was always meant to be mine.

From this moment on, we weren’t going to be on different teams. We weren’t going to be enemies. We were going to have to find a way to build on this. To let the magic that existed between us be the tie that bound us whether we were in bed or in the office.

Our mouths met and I kissed her wildly. Our tongues thrashed as the frenzy built.

I moved to my knees. She questioned my every move, but I flipped her quickly on her stomach.

“Oomph,” she squealed, but I pressed her into the expensive sheets, lifting her hips just enough to thrust my cock deep inside.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, her head falling back. I caught her lips, lowering my chest to her back. There wasn’t much space, but I worked my hand between the covers and her navel, navigating my way over her silky skin to her clit.

Kennedy sighed, when I began to circle her sensitive nub, drawing more sensation and pleasure from her body. Her hips began to lift and rock. The higher she lifted off the bed, the deeper I slammed inside her. I kissed the soft skin at the nape of her neck, brushing the hair off her shoulders. I kissed her back, licking, sucking, imprinting my way across her body.

She begged for release. “Please,” she whimpered. “I’m so close.”

I smiled, nipping at her lips, biting her ear. “Feels good.” I thrust roughly, matching her pants with grunts of my own.

Our bodies were slick with sweat. I wasn’t exhausted. I could never be tired of Kennedy’s body. The lines. The curves. The sounds she made. I’d waited for her for years. And again, when I thought I had fucked up every chance we had. I’d never tell her I’d wait another five years if I had to, but I would. I was that in love with her. I probably always had been.

Now? This? There was power running between us. Surging in the energy we created. I lashed behind her ear with my tongue.

“Knight.” She gasped for air. My fingers continued to play with her clit. Her hips moved at a feverish pace. As the strokes from my cock slowed, so did her pleas. I calmed her. Tamed her. I moved deeper each time, binding us together. Our bodies rocked, slowly, intentionally, until we were on the same plane. I curled my hand under her chest, gripping her breasts.

I grunted, knowing the moments were numbered. Kennedy turned her cheek toward me, and I kissed her. Out tongues lashed and our lips melted together. The orgasms weren’t independent, but one long, explosive climax vibrating between her body and mine. I hilted myself inside her, letting the release take control. I felt the tightening in my spine finally subside with the final thrust. One. Two. Three. I howled at the ceiling and the world faded to black. She was my light. My nirvana.

Despite all the misunderstandings and hurt, we were still us. Still able to love each other back together. Able to be whole. To heal. To share an incredible fire.

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