Page 100 of Seven Summers Ago
My heart squeezes at the release of her words and I draw my head back, tightening my grip on her. “Don’t,” I grit out. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. Not now.”
“I mean it. I missed you…every single day.”
It’s cruel for her to admit to this now. When I have her in my arms and writhing on top of me, ready for me. I dig my fingers into the soft skin of her hips. “Honey, you’ve got terrible timing.” I chuckle as parts of me I’ve suppressed for too long suddenly unlock. “You left a crater-sized hole in my soul.”
Remorse shines in her green eyes as she peers down at me and my gut aches. I don’t want her to feel bad. Not anymore. “Beck, I?—”
“I more than missed you. I missed you like you were the oxygen I needed to survive. Shit, without you, I didn’t know how to manage my anxiety. And I lied to you…I did start therapy,” I confess, tracing my thumbs over her hip bones and earning a shiver. “I had to learn deep-breathing exercises. I still go see Dr. Sam once a month. She keeps my BS in check.”
“So I should thank her?” Rosie gives me a teasing smile.
“Now no more of this talk. We deserve this. We deserve a chance to fill the craters we both left in each other. We deserve happiness. Now…” I pause and haul her in closer. “Show me how much you missed your husband.”
I return my mouth to hers. Her tongue is needy to find mine as it parts my lips. I skim my palms up her sides and she trembles when I run them over her ribs and breasts, so full in my hands.
When she finally slips her hand beneath my briefs and finds my length, her touch is gentle. It’s cool, timid, and has me practically quivering. My restraint is astounding; I should win an award.
“You’re driving me wild,” I mumble, my thumb brushing across her nipple. “I need your shorts off. Now.”
I lift her and set her onto the sofa so together we can work at tugging the shorts off. She wriggles her hips, and I yank them down her thighs. My brain goes a bit haywire when I discover she isn’t wearing any panties.
My mouth waters. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Are you telling me you’ve been commando this whole time?”
“They were wet.” Her little shrug is cute but there’s nothing innocent about her in this moment.
My brain short circuits at her words. “I’ll be they were. Let’s see if you’re wet now.” Bracing one hand on the back of the sofa next to her head, I bend and use my other hand to spread open her legs. The sight of her glistening pussy has me captivated. I drag a finger through her center and she trembles at my touch. “You’re soaked for me,” I pant, sliding one finger inside of her and earning an adorable moan.
A little massaging always helped me enter her with more ease and it made me feral for her too. I add another finger, curling until I reach the spot that has her bucking against my hand. I slide my fingers out and lean over her, pressing a greedy kiss to her mouth. I gaze down at her again, admiring how beautiful she looks like this; bare and exposed.
“It’s unfair you’ve been just over here looking like this, and I’ve been missing out all these years.”
“I’m here now. And it’s all yours,” she says, her eyes flaring.
Damn. I’m practically foaming at the mouth.
I shimmy out of my pants and underwear, kicking them into a pile. After I’ve resituated bare ass on the sofa, I grip her waist. “Come here,” I demand, guiding her back into my lap. As soon as her front touches my cock, her wetness coats me and her body melts into mine. Her fingers are back to tousling my hair. My eyes flicker closed momentarily as I squeeze her hips and lift her before driving her back down again.
The intensity of everything explodes and splinters throughout my body. It’s too much but at the same time—not enough. I need all of her touching me. “I want to take my time with you, but I can’t wait another second to be inside you.”
“Good, because I’m about to finish just like this.”
“No. I need you to wait.” I lift her and nudge my chin. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” The word comes out with a little hiss of breath as she bobs her head approvingly.
“I want you to guide me in so I don’t hurt you.”
With one of her hands splayed on my chest, she reaches down with her other one and wraps her fingers around my dick. I inhale a trembling breath and have to force myself not to blow in her hand. But the feeling of her delicate fingers grasped around my sensitive skin has me so close.
After a few strokes she drags the tip against her entrance, wetting it so it guides in with more ease. As she pushes me inside of her, I lower her hips down slowly, my grip shaking. She hisses and I clench my gut as I sit up a little.
“You okay? Does it hurt?”
“It’s okay.”
I kiss her neck, reassuring her before gazing into her eyes. “You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Still the considerate lover.”
