“That was before you told me you loved me.”
She traced her finger over my lips, causing my dick to harden more than it already had. “Just because I love you doesn’t mean we should be together again.”
My hand snapped around her wrist, frustration filling me. “Stop denying what you want, Angel. You love me. I love you. We’re meant to be together. End of fucking story.”
She turned quiet for a moment before saying softly, “You don’t know how much I want that, Winter. But—”
I cut her off, unwilling to listen to her denial again. “Yeah, I do, because I want it too. And I’ve waited a long time to make you mine again. Too fucking long. Life is short. Just say yes and take what you want.”
Her teeth slid over her bottom lip as she contemplated that. If only she could see herself, she’d see how much she blazed with want for me. I’d been patient this long, but all my emotions were a tangled mess that fucked with my thinking and my ability to wait for her to see sense. I needed Birdie in a way I wasn’t sure I could hold out much longer.
Fuck.
I was done with waiting. Unable to stop myself, I leant forward and claimed the kiss I needed.
Goddam, Birdie’s kisses were everything.
Every single fucking time.
No way was I going without them or her another day in my life. Tonight I would make her see we were meant to be together.
By the time I ended the kiss, Birdie had moved to my lap, straddling me. Her hands were in my hair. Her ass was in my hands. And the way she was looking at me told me she wanted what I wanted tonight.
“Fuck.” She gripped my hair, pulling it, wild abandon filling her features in the most beautiful way I’d ever seen. “Take me back to the hotel.”
16
BIRDIE
Holy fuck I’d missed Winter’s hands on my body. Five years without the man I loved was far too long. Tonight I was throwing all my caution to the wind and finally allowing myself what I desperately wanted. Winter had certainly given me enough hope that we could navigate a new relationship, leaving behind past mistakes. If there was anything I knew for sure in life, it was that my man was stubborn and committed to what he wanted. Winter wasn’t someone who easily walked away or gave up, so maybe my sins wouldn’t be enough to come between us.
I let go of all my worries and thoughts about how we’d ever make this work and embraced what he was giving me tonight. If nothing else, we’d always have this night.
I barely remembered the walk back to the hotel. Winter’s hands and mouth made sure of that. It felt like with every step I took, he reached for me to kiss me again. And with every kiss, his touch grew more insistent. Demanding. Greedy. By the time he got me in the hotel lift, I struggled to recall my name, let alone anything else.
My mind and soul were filled with Winter.
He was my centre of attention. Everything else faded.
“Fuck, you’re sexy like this,” he growled as he pushed me up against the corner of the lift, one hand making its way up my leg under my dress,
the other planted firmly on my breast.
I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his body, grinding myself against him. Practically panting, I managed to get out, “This is what you do to me.” I arched my back and gripped the back of his neck as he found my panties and slid a finger under the edge of them. “Oh, God, don’t ever stop what you’re doing.”
His mouth moved to my ear. “Not planning on it, Angel.”
He then found my mouth. Then my clit, and it was like an explosion of every good thing a girl could ever wish for as he rocked my world with his lips and his fingers.
It had been too long since I’d been with a man who knew what he was doing, and who knew exactly how I liked it. Winter had almost brought me to orgasm by the time the lift made it to our level. When it dinged to signal our arrival, he pulled his mouth from mine, and as he stroked me one last time, he said, “My fingers belong here and I’ll be fucked if I’ll ever allow anyone else’s here again.” His voice deepened, filled with a dark tone I wasn’t used to from him, as he ordered, “You’re mine, Birdie.”
I was almost completely sure it was those last three words, spoken with such force and conviction that sent me over the edge. It may have been his magic fingers, too, but mostly those words.
I wanted to be his.
With every fibre of my being.
Hearing him claim me was both hot as hell and something that made me feel like everything was right in my life again.