Chapter Seven #3
Then she skimmed her fingers over his jaw and drew his face to hers. She pressed her lips fully to his, and he issued a rough sound low in his throat.
He grabbed her face with both hands and kissed the hell out of her.
All restraint fled. She gasped against his mouth as he pulled her into his lap in one hard jerk. She straddled him with her thighs clenched around his strong body, parting her lips for his questing tongue.
His mouth worked over hers like he’d been starving for it. He slid his hands upward into her hair, holding her steady as he kissed her deep and rough enough to make her dizzy and her pussy throb.
God, she missed this—missed him.
Every lonely, aching part of her body came alive under his touch. When she was gasping for air, he broke the kiss, gazing into her eyes.
She saw a flicker that ended her and jump-started her at the same time—need, barely controlled.
His fingers flexed on her hips and his gaze roamed over her face as if he was as surprised as she was that she was in his lap again.
“I’ve missed you so damn much,” he gritted out.
His words shot into her core.
“I’ve missed you too.” The admission came out as a throaty rasp that didn’t sound like her at all.
But it was her voice—and she’d started all of this. With a soft laugh she pulled his face to hers again.
He captured her lips in a slow caress that spiked with hunger in a blink. Hard and melting and toe-curling and the kind of kiss that wrecked her ability to think straight.
He slid his hands under her sweatshirt, palms hot against the bare skin of her waist, and she shivered at the contact.
His eyes darkened. “Cold?”
“You know I’m not.” He knew exactly what he did to her.
He pressed a tender kiss to her cheek and then her jaw, moving to the sensitive spot beneath her ear that always made her breath catch.
He moved his hands up her sides, higher this time. When he swiped his thumbs against the underside of her breasts, her mind swirled with desire.
“Bedroom,” he muttered against her lips.
She gave an urgent nod.
They stumbled down the hall together, kissing between half-laughed breaths as clothes started disappearing along the way, dropped without a care.
He shoved her sweatshirt over her head and pinned her to the wall, arms stretched upward. When he ducked his head to bathe the tops of her breasts with his tongue, a tremor claimed her.
The instant he released her hands, it was her turn to torment him. She tugged at his belt and tore open his fly to brush her fingertips over the velvety head of his cock.
That lasted all of a heartbeat before he lifted her and carried her to bed. They hit the mattress with his mouth still on hers.
He ripped off her bra and her pants too, baring her to his gaze. His eyes hooded, and he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip.
She reached for him and tore off his shirt to glide her hand over the steel of his muscles, tracing the dips and swells with her hands—then her tongue.
He only let her get as far as his abs before he gripped her upper arms and hauled her back up his body.
She gasped at the full skin-to-skin contact. Their lips crashed together, tongues tangling as their hands met at his boxer briefs and together, they stripped away the last garment keeping them apart.
“Condom,” he muttered against her mouth, but she was already reaching for one in her nightstand drawer, hidden in the back where her son would never snoop.
She ripped it open and rolled off Vander to slide the rubber down his thick, impressive length.
Too many seconds later, he gripped her hips and dragged her on top of him again. Breathing hard, she brought her aching pussy over his stiffness.
Before she slid down his length, his voice washed over her. “Look at me.”
She swung her gaze to his, heartstrings tugging.
“Vander…”
He reached between their bodies and swiped a fingertip over her clit. Her head snapped back on a sharp cry, and then he thrust upward at the same time she sank over him.
The flames that never died between them grew into an inferno. She rocked her body and he filled her with thrust after hard thrust, driving them both toward a hot, fast end that was coming all too quick after months apart.
Pressing on her clit again, he held her gaze. “Tighten around me, honey. Yeah…that’s it. Fuck!”
The first wave of her orgasm hit, blinding her to everything but sensation and the vivid blue of Vander’s eyes.
His cock surged inside her, and she rose and fell with every plunge, her juices soaking him. Their mouths collided in a blistering, passionate kiss. A primal groan rumbled from him and into her as he let go, and she took him with her over the cliff into a world of silence and bliss.
Afterward, they lay wrapped together, his fingers moving lazily through her ponytail as they caught their breath. This part always got her. Not the sex—the afterward.
The warmth and closeness. And a dangerous illusion that maybe she wasn’t carrying everything alone.
He dropped a soft kiss to her temple. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” She traced a finger over the scar near his shoulder.
The frightening part wasn’t trusting Vander to protect her.
It was how badly she wanted to believe he might stay.