Page 99 of Seven Summers Ago
A hint of pink color swirls into her cheeks and it makes her more alluring. That and the fact she’s still embarrassed over this even though I’ve seen her naked a thousand times.
I take the hem of her shirt and slide it up slowly, giving myself time to adjust to seeing her bare skin a little at a time. I donotneed to go into a spiral over this and ruin the moment by having a panic attack. Or worse—come in my pants. That would be embarrassing. Like I’m a teenager. But that’s how she makes me feel.
Young. Wild. Reckless.
The shirt reaches her chest, and I tug it up and over her rounded breasts. I gaze at her, studying every square inch, before I at last pull it all the way over her head and toss it on the floor.
“You’re beautiful,” I declare on a breath.
“Are you kidding?You’rebeautiful. How long have you been hiding that six-pack? I don’t remember this from seven years ago.”
I release a light laugh and give a sheepish shrug. “Just more defined, I guess.”
“This is more than just defined. You looked good before, but you’re gorgeous.”
“It’s just work. And a few nights at the gym. What’s your excuse?” I gesture at her body.
She dips her chin, almost as if just now noticing she’s missing her shirt. “Uh…seriously? I’m nothing special. I’ve got scars from surgeries and stretch marks. And I’m bigger than I used to be.”
“Yeah, you are.”
She whips her head up, horror in her eyes when they meet mine.
I hurry to clarify. “These curves are sexy. And where’d those tits come from?”
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she mutters, “Maybe from breastfeeding? Or because I’ve put on a few pounds.”
“You’re beautiful. I didn’t think it would be possible for you to look more beautiful than you did before. But you’re fucking perfect now.”
She rolls her lips and makes atsksound, setting a palm to her stomach where there’s a few surgery scars and a trail of stretch marks from pregnancy. My gut wrenches with the thought of missing this part of her life. And I can’t hide my disappointment. I won’t hide it. Not from her. “I wish I could’ve seen you. Pregnant. I bet you glowed.”
I lean forward and press my lips to her scarred stomach. Dropping a few kisses there, I work my way up to the center of her chest. Her fingers find my hair and dig into my scalp, needy. And now I’m aching to see her fully bare.
“Take off your bra. I need to see you. All of you,” I demand, gathering her hair and pulling it over to one of her shoulders.
She only hesitates briefly, a bit of shyness creeping into her demeanor, but her eyes find mine and there’s a fire there. Reaching around her back, she unhooks her bra, and I grip my hands around her waist. The lacy piece of fabric falls, and she slips her arms free, tossing it to the side.
Delicate and full breasts are mere inches from my view, and I soak it all in. The beauty of her has a choke hold on me. I’m in a trance, and I can’t look away. I suck my lower lip in between my teeth, biting back a groan. She’s somehow the same but so much more. Confident. Sexier.
My desire for her strains against the front of my pants and I tug her hips down so she can feel it. Her eyes go round and her lips pout and damn I can’t help myself; I drag her front overmy length. She moans approvingly as I continue grinding her against me.
“You’ve got me so hard over here. Better be careful, honey, or you’re gonna have me making a mess in my pants.” I dive my face in between her tits and spread kisses over her silky skin.
She exhales a giggle as she throws her head back. “This is familiar.”
“Yeah?” I mumble as I glide my lips up the sleek column of her neck, her skin so hot and tempting.
“Yeah. Don’t you remember all the dry humping we did when we were teenagers?”
I draw back, a rueful smile pulling at my lips. “Remember? That was the highlight of high school for me.”
She snorts, dragging her hand down my bare chest and evoking a tremble. Her fingers dance further until they reach my sweatpants, where she teases me by tiptoeing her fingers along the waistband. I’m tempted to get things moving faster and yanking off the pants, but I also want to take my time.
“I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”
“Me too.” I nip at her lower lip with my teeth.
She tethers her fingers through my hair at the back of my neck. “There wasn’t a day in our seven years apart that I didn’t think about you,” she admits on a whisper.
