Craving Kara (The Aces' Sons 7)

And if he knew even half of the secrets I’d been keeping, there was a good chance he’d end up back in prison.

With that thought, the damn completely broke. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his for the first time in five years.

He sat completely still for a few seconds and my heart felt like it fell to the bottom of my stomach.

My breath hitched.

Then he moved.

His hand tightened painfully in my hair as he tilted my head for a better angle and bit my bottom lip. Then it was me who sat frozen.

“You’re not takin’ this back later,” he said against my mouth.

His chest rose and fell as fast and as hard as mine as we looked at each other, just inches apart.

Finally, I nodded.

The world shifted as he stood with me in his arms and slammed my bedroom door shut. Then I was on my back in bed with Draco’s lips against mine, his tongue sliding against the roof of my mouth. I shuddered.

He hadn’t forgotten.

Neither had I.

As our mouths broke contact, I arched my neck and sucked his bottom lip between my teeth, lightly running my tongue across it the way I knew drove him crazy.

He gripped my jaw in his hand.

I lightly scratched the back of his neck.

He rolled his hips against the notch between my thighs.

I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He groaned.

I sighed.

His mouth went to my throat and I saw stars.

My hands slid under his t-shirt and he shivered as my fingers brushed his ribs.

He leaned up to tear the t-shirt over his head and I stared.

The body I’d once known almost as well as my own had changed. The shoulders were unbelievably broader. The muscles thicker.

“What?” he asked hoarsely.

“Mine, too,” I replied without thought, lifting my arms above my head.

As he helped me pull the shirt off, the only thing I could focus on was the way his skin would feel against mine once the barriers were gone. So I was surprised when he paused, braced above me, his eyes hooded.

It was then that I realized my body had changed, too. Where there had once been roundness and softness, there were now valleys and angles. I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to cover myself with my arms.

“You have abs,” he said, his voice almost teasing. “There are actual abs down here.”

“Shut up,” I breathed as he dropped down, his mouth opening against the space between my breasts.

We didn’t speak as we slowly undressed each other, taking stock of the things that had changed and all of the things that were remarkably the same about our bodies. He still loved it when I scratched his back and reached between us to run my hand down his stomach. It still drove me crazy when he gripped the back of my thigh to position me just right and slid his thumb into my mouth, his eyes focused on the way my lips wrapped around it.

We both held our breath as he slid inside me, and I waited for the proclamations of love that had spilled from his mouth in the past, but they never came. He was different now. More reserved, maybe. More focused.

By the time I came, both of our bodies were slippery with sweat and the room was filled with a scent I never thought I’d experience again. Draco’s face was buried in the crook of my neck as he suddenly pulled out and came on my stomach, his entire body shuddering.

“Goddamn,” he breathed, pausing, his body braced above mine.

“Now’s probably not the best time to ask, but you’re clean, right?” I said softly.

He tensed and then laughed humorlessly against my neck.

“Way to ruin a moment,” he said, rolling to his side.

I shrugged. Now that it was over and the aftermath was upon us, I was feeling very exposed.

“Haven’t been with anyone in years,” he said, not meeting my gaze. “Not since before I went in.”

“Seriously?” I asked in surprise. That was a long ass time, especially for someone that had whored his way through high school.

“I should be the one askin’ you,” he said bluntly.

“I’m clean,” I said quickly.

“You been with anyone else?” he asked nonchalantly.

My jaw snapped shut. “None of your business,” I replied tightly.

He huffed and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

“Don’t get all pissy,” I ordered, reaching for the t-shirt by my feet so I could slip it on. “And don’t act like I’m the one who gets around.”

“That’s not what I said and not what I implied,” he shot back, standing up to gather his own clothes.

“Whatever.”

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids,” he said, angrily yanking on his clothes. “So, no, haven’t been with anyone else. Can’t say the same about you.”

I inhaled sharply. “That’s a low blow.”