It was as if no time had passed at all, the heat that flared between them as potent as it had been eighteen months ago. It was like nothing he’d experienced with any other woman. He was gasoline, and she was the flame.
Knowing what she’d been through, he tried to hold back, but there was no holding back, not with Kristi. She answered every caress of his lips, every stroke of his tongue with her own, making him work for control of the kiss, taking as much as she gave.
Her hands slid from his chest over his bare shoulders as she arched against him, the terrycloth bathrobe falling open so that her bare breasts pressed against his ribcage.
“Mmm.” Blood rushed to his groin, and he couldn’t resist touching her.
He took a full, lush breast into his hand, palmed it, rubbed the already taut peak with this thumb, smiling when she broke the kiss and arched into his touch.
“Malik.”
They hadn’t seen each other in a year and a half, but he hadn’t forgotten anything. He remembered what turned her on. He remembered the light on her face when she came. He even remembered her taste.
He nudged her onto her back, lowered his mouth to one dark nipple, and sucked.
Her exhale became a moan, and she arched again, her fingers finding their way into his hair. “Yes.”
He feasted, suckling first one nipple and then the other, tugging her with his lips, nipping her with his teeth, flicking her with his tongue until her hips moved beneath him in instinctive imitation of sex.
She reached down between them, slid her hand inside his sweats, and took hold of his erection, heightening his lust with skillful strokes.
Hell, yeah.
She hadn’t forgotten anything either.
She spread her legs. “I want you inside me—now.”
“Do you still have the IUD?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“God, yes.Fuck me.”
Lust thrumming in his veins, he raised himself up, settled his hips between her thighs, and let her guide his cock inside her. And—oh, God—it was like coming home.
They moaned in unison, Kristi’s head going back, her eyes drifting shut, her hands sliding beneath his sweats to grasp his bare ass.
Malik willed himself to relax. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman—eighteen months to be exact—and if he wasn’t careful, he was going to disappoint her.
He willed himself to think only of her, moving slowly at first, watching bliss unfold on her face with each deep stroke. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“You are … sogood.” Her nails bit into his bare ass, urging him on.
Malik drove himself into her. He was lost in her… drunk on her … so fucking strung out on her.
Body melting. Headboard slamming against the wall. Mattress squeaking.
Sweet curves. Musk. Slick heat.
Harder. Faster.
Ah, yeah, she was close now, her eyes squeezed shut, her every exhale a moan.
On a razor’s edge, Malik fought to hold on, his mouth taking off without him. “Fuck, yes.Kristi.You’re too sweet … I want…Geezus. I’ve missed you.”
“Malik!” She cried out and arched beneath him, a look of rapture on her beautiful face as she came.