“For old time’s sake,” he agreed.
Straddling him, she held his gaze captive and sank down so slowly he had to weld his back teeth together to keep from coming too soon. She emitted a familiar sigh of pleasure that he echoed. She was soft and warm—everything he remembered mixed with everything he now knew. Being with her was different, but also the same.
She still absolutely undid him.
He tilted his hips, sinking into her and emitting a harsh exhale. He guided himself deep, noticing when she trembled against him. She was heat and silk and wet. Beauty and kindness and giving. Always so damn giving. Making this last would take a feat of superhuman willpower, but he’d make it last for her.
Her head was thrown back, her nipples pressing the thin white T-shirt. He absorbed her gasps, closing his lips over hers, marking her lust-heavy gaze in his memory. He made love to her with reverence, far from through with her, and hoped his actions conveyed what he hadn’t been able to say. That there was a reason for her to say yes to dinner, to say yes to him while he was here.
No. Longer.
Their lazy thrusts gained speed and it was that feverish pace that brought her to orgasm. She tensed and clutched him deep, coming with his name on her lips. He followed, spilling inside her and branding her his.
Whether she knew it or not.