“What was that?” He said on a growl. “What were you begging for?”
Slowly I lowered myself to the mattress. It sunk under my weight, sending our bodies sliding toward one another. “You gave me you.”
“What part of me?” His hand moved to my shoulder as he slowly pulled me down over his body.
I straddled his waist and moved my hips. He was completely naked underneath the sheets. I could feel him pulsing against my ass as he watched me, waited for me to tell him.
“You said I could suck your dick, and then you said happy birthday like a complete asshole as if I should say thank you for your present.” I remembered the day well. I’d been so pissed, so embarrassed, that I’d slapped him across the face then punched him in the gut. “I shoved you against the wall, which only seemed to encourage more laughter on your end—and then I kissed you.”
“You kissed me.” He repeated. “So fucking hard that my teeth hurt for two days.”
I smacked him on the chest. He caught my hand and brought my fingertips to his mouth and then slowly took my hand and brought it lower until I was touching between my thighs, dripping wet, ready for him to do something other than travel down memory lane.
I let out a hoarse cry when he made me touch myself, and then he brought my hand back up and licked my fingertips. “I got off so many times on that day, alone in my room, just thinking about that kiss, how aggressive it was, how much more I wanted it to be.”
I wiggled against him.
He winced and then slowly flipped me onto my back, hovering over me. “And what happened later that day, Serena?”
I let out a shaky breath. “You caught me.”
“Caught you.” He pinned my wrists above my head and rocked his naked hips against me. “Doing what?”
So good. He felt so hot it almost hurt.
My cheeks heated. “Thinking about you… wondering how it would be if we could finally…” I bit my lower lip. “I was touching myself.”
“Mmm,” He teased my entrance a bit. “Tell me, do you regret it? That day? That night? Those years? Knowing who I was. Who I am. Knowing we would only ever have this?”
“Never,” I vowed. “The only thing I regret is that we have to pretend we don’t—”
“Don’t what?”
I bit the bullet. “We have to pretend that we hate each other because it’s the only thing as extreme as our love.”
He surged into me. “Right answer.”
“Was it a question?” My head fell back against the pillows as he kissed the side of my neck.
“No,” he said between kisses. “I just want to make sure there are no regrets, no matter what. Just promise me you’ll remember this forever. That Serena Abandonato was the most tempting poison, and that I, Junior Nicolasi…” His lips lingered against mine for a heart-stopping moment as he deepened the kiss, then murmured against the corner of my mouth, “…drank.”
“Junior…” I clung to his back as he deepened his thrusts. “You’re scaring me.”
“Have me now.” He pressed a painfully slow kiss to my mouth. “Remember me forever, okay?”
“Okay.” Tears filled my eyes as I clung to him. “Love you as long as we both shall live?”
He gulped and then. “As long as we both shall live.”
“You didn’t say you loved me.” I tried teasing, even though my body was already on the brink of exploding as he moved inside me.
“Yeah, I did.” He finally smiled. “With every fight, every shove, every insult, I told you I loved you, and with my body right now—I fucking worship you.”
I dug my nails into his back as he slammed into me, causing the headboard to hit the wall.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I scrambled to hang on to his muscled body as he loved me, as he showed me forever.
And when I felt his release inside me, I hooked my ankles around his body, keeping him pinned where I needed him.
Because the thought of him letting go, was the most terrifying thing I could possibly imagine, and part of me wondered why it seemed like he was saying goodbye when we’d finally decided to be together again.
While we were still connected, he looked down at me, his aqua eyes flashing as he whispered, “You will always be worth it, Serena. Always.”
He kissed my forehead and muttered a curse as we both stared at one another, panting.
“What happens now?” I asked.
“Well, my princess just said I could have her any way I want. What do you think happens now?”
I grinned. “We might need some red bull.”
“Speak for yourself.” He slapped my ass on the side. “I have over a year of pent-up sexual aggression to get out.”
“It was only one time!” I blurted.
He frowned. “What was?”