I leaned down and kissed her hip, then her flat belly, supporting my weight on my good arm. “What’s your hurry? I’ve been dreaming of this for a very long time.”
“Me, too.” Her fingers scraped across my scalp, sending delicious shivers down my neck. “Too long.”
I kissed down her jaw, her neck, to the hollow of her throat. Taking my time. Relearning every inch of her. When I reached her breasts, I circled one nipple with my tongue, and she arched into me with a gasp.
“Kayden ...”
“Hmmm.” I lavished attention on her breasts, switching between them, relearning what made her gasp and what made her moan. Her hands tangled in my hair, holding me close, wordlessly begging for more.
I kissed lower, across her ribs, her stomach, and the jut of her hipbones.
When I settled between her thighs, she tensed. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t you remember?” I looked up at her, making sure she could see the truth in my eyes. “I want to taste you again.”
“Oh, God,” she breathed. Closing her eyes, she lay her head back, and then she parted her legs for me.
I lowered my mouth to her.
The first taste of her made my head spin. Salt and musk and a sweetness that was uniquely Sapphire. I worked her slowly, carefully, paying attention to every hitch in her breathing, every shift of her hips. Learning what she liked now, at thirty-two, compared to what she’d liked at twenty.
Some things were the same. She still buried her hands in my hair when she was close. Still made these breathy little sounds that drove me crazy. Still tensed right before she came, every muscle going rigid.
But there were new things, too. The way she rolled her hips against my mouth, confident in asking for what she wanted. The way she whispered “oh, babe” when I found the right rhythm. The way she came apart with her back arched and her thighs trembling around my ears.
I worked her through every tremor until she pushed weakly at my shoulders.
“Too much.” She gasped. “Kayden, I can’t ...”
I kissed back up her body, taking my time, letting her come down slowly. When I reached her mouth, she kissed me hungrily, tasting herself on my lips.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered against my mouth. “Please.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, supporting my weight on my good arm. The wet bandage on my left arm pulled slightly, but I ignored it. This was more important. Way more.
“Look at me,” I said softly.
Her eyes met mine, dark and full of everything we’d both been missing.
I pushed inside slowly, watching her face. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth fell open on a silent gasp. She was hot, tight, and perfect, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to drive in hard and fast.
But I forced myself to go slow. To let her adjust. To give her time.
When I was fully seated, I paused, both of us breathing hard. She felt like home. Like every place I’d ever wanted to be.
“Okay?” I managed.
“More than okay.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass. “Move. Please move.”
So I did, starting with slow, deep strokes that had her gasping beneath me. Her hands roamed my back, my shoulders, my chest. And I couldn’t stop kissing her mouth, her jaw, her neck, and her shoulders. Like I needed to memorize the taste of her skin.
“Harder,” she breathed after a few minutes. “Kayden, please ...”
I obliged, picking up the pace, driving into her with more force. The bed creaked beneath us, and she moaned loud enough that everyone at the homestead probably heard it. But then she clenched around me, and all thoughts fled.
“God, Fire.” I buried my face in her neck, fighting to hold on. “You feel so good.”
“Don’t stop.” Her nails raked down my back. “Please, don’t stop.”