“You,” I whispered.
I stood on my tiptoes and captured his lips. Even if he pulled away from me, I wanted to taste him one last time. Commit it all to memory so I could conjure it no matter where life led me. I didn’t know where we stood. I didn’t know what would become of us. But I did know one thing.
I’d never stop loving this man in front of me.
He didn’t pull away, so I took that as a good sign. My tongue softly fell against his lips as my hand cupped his cheek. It slid through his hair, feeling those soft tendrils for the first time in what seemed like years. Though I knew that wasn’t really the case. I cupped the back of his head, holding his lips to mine.
And when a growl worked its way up his throat, my body sizzled for more.
His hands fell against the door. His body pressed against my own. His heat robbed me of my breath and I felt my knees trembling. I wanted his affection. I needed his touch. My mind spun out of control as his lips finally parted for me. I moaned down the back of his throat. He let me explore his mouth, not fighting me in the slightest. His touch set my skin on fire, and for the first time since getting to this fucking hotel I felt at peace.
With life.
With love.
With work.
With school.
With the future.
With… everything.
“Clint,” I moaned.
His arms cloaked my back. He picked me up and pulled me away from the door. He tossed me onto the bed, his eyes watching me as I bounced. I reached out for him and he collapsed into my arms. His lips pressed against mine and the world tilted on its axis. I opened myself up for him. Gave myself over to him as he stripped me of my clothes and they fell to the floor in piles.
And I didn't stop tugging at his clothes until his skin met mine.
“Clint.”
“Fuck, Rae.”
“Don’t stop. Do whatever you want.”
“Dangerous words, gorgeous.”
I looked into his eyes. “Whatever. You want.”
He growled before his lips captured mine once more. He raked his teeth over my lower lip as he frogged his knees out, spreading my legs wide. I felt him. All of him. His hands pinned my wrists down as his lips slid down my neck. I arched for him. I felt my breasts puckering at the heat of his breath. He lapped at my nipples, sending me spiraling as he pinned me beneath him.
Preventing me from moving.
“So beautiful.”
I gasped. “Oh.”
“So smart.”
“Clint, please.”
“So mine.”
He growled those last two words before he moved between my legs. He flopped onto his stomach, bouncing my body against the mattress. With his face between my thighs and his hands still around my wrists, he pulled my arms down. Arching my back and pulling my hips closer to his mouth.
Before his tongue pierced me.
“Clint!”