He took her mouth again, long, slow, and deep until the pleasure spread from that point of contact through her body and straight down to her toes.
Oh, yes, she thought, he was much, much better at it now.
“Remember that first time with us?”
She arched a little, shifted a little as he nuzzled at her neck. “Since we all but set the living room rug on fire, its a little tough to forget it.”
“All that pent-up passion and energy. Its a wonder we survived it.”
“We were young and resilient.”
He eased back, smiled at her. “Now were older and smarter. Im going to drive you crazy, and its going to take a very long time.”
The muscles in her belly quivered. She needed to be touched. She needed to be shared, and with him—always with him—she could have both.
Shed known they would end up here when shed walked out of her apartment. Maybe shed known, down deep, theyd end up here the minute shed opened Flynns door and seen Jordan standing outside.
She wanted, he wanted. She could only hope that could be enough for her.
“It happens I have some time on my hands just now.”
“Lets start… right here.”
His lips took hers with a kind of restrained urgency that shot shock waves of hot need through her system. Even as her heart leaped, he changed the tone, gentled it until that raging beat went slow and thick.
She floated back on the memory of what had been between them. The fire and the sinew of it. And forward again, to what was now. A kind of wonder and depth.
Helpless to resist either, hungry for the familiar and the new, she wrapped herself around him.
His body was familiar. The years hadnt really changed it. Long, broad at the shoulder, lean at the hips. The play of muscles under her hands, so much the same. The good solid weight of him, the shape of his mouth, his hands, so much the same.
How shed missed this knowing of another. And the rush of love that streamed through the pleasure of being known by him.
Yet even as she slid into the old rhythm, he eased back and just looked at her.
“What? What is it?”
“I just want to look at you.” He unbuttoned her shirt, taking his time about it, skimming the backs of his fingers over the exposed skin. And never taking his eyes off hers. “I want you to look at me. Who we were, who we are. Not so far apart, really.” Still watching her face, he trailed his fingers over the thin cotton of her bra. “But just far enough to be interesting, dont you think?”
“You want me to think?” She shivered as those lazy fingers brushed her nipples.
“Youre always thinking.” He drew her up, slipped the shirt away. “Such a busy mind. Just one more thing about you that appeals to me.”
As his hands stroked her back, she linked her arms around his neck. “Youre awfully chatty, Hawke.”
“Just gives you one more thing to think about, doesnt it?”
He opened the clasp of her bra, then walked his fingers over her shoulders to nudge the straps down.
His lips touched hers, retreated, touched and retreated until her arms locked around him and with a catch of breath her mouth fused to his.
Hed wanted that—that quick flash of need. For him. Because no, he didnt want her to think, but only to feel what they could bring to each other. Here and now.
His fingers tangled in her hair, then his hands fisted there, drawing her head back so that he could plunder her mouth, her throat. So that he could, for a moment, release the restless animal that prowled inside him.
He could have devoured her in one reckless bite. But that was too fast, that was too easy. Instead he let the heat rage and tormented them both.
He feasted on her, then sampled. His hands rushed over her, then slowed and lingered. When