I gave in and stroked my fingers through her hair, savoring the softness of the long strands and the warm puffs of air against my skin.
I wanted to let her sleep, but no doubt she’d come for a reason. I whispered her name softly, wanting to rouse her gently.
After a moment and a few attempts at her name, her lashes fluttered, and she stared up at me. A slight crease appeared between her eyebrows before she glanced around the room.
She was probably figuring out where she was and why. She didn’t strike me as the sort of girl who normally woke up naked in random places.
Redness sprang up on her cheeks, no doubt the moment she realized where she was and how she’d gotten there. She didn’t need to move her hands for me to read the apology in her expression.
“Don’t apologize,” I said, keeping my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know why you’re here, but I’m not mad.”
She offered a hesitant smile, one that gave me a pretty good idea why she’d come. We hadn’t made up since the last fight, the one about Kit, so I’d bet she’d wanted to resolve things between us.
I slid my hand behind her neck to pull her closer until I could kiss her. I couldn’t resist, especially when she returned the touch. Her lips were coaxing, teasing, and I lost myself in them.
I rolled over her, yanking the bedding out of the way so nothing rested between us. Her skin was hot and soft, and all of it pressed against me. She spread her thighs around me and used a grip on my shoulders to pull me tighter to her.
Her tongue teased my lips, drawing a groan from me. How could she undo me so easily? After our last fight, I’d again thought I should end this, that I should walk away, that it was only headed for heartbreak for me. I’d told myself to cut ties, but all it took was one kiss and I was back here, trapped.
No, not even a kiss.
It had only taken a glimpse of her—hell, even just a memory—and I went tumbling back down into a sinkhole with her.
We were normally rough and rushed, but not tonight.
I wanted to take my time, to savor her, to spoil her for once. We normally couldn’t do that, but tonight seemed perfect for it.
I broke the kiss and shifted down her body, pressing my lips against all the best places as I went.
The scar at her throat.
The full curve of her breast.
Her bellybutton, where her stomach dipped in.
The points of her hips.
When I reached her pussy, however, I knew I’d reached the best of them all. I slid my hands up her thighs, grateful that she didn’t close her legs or hide anything from me. She really had changed, hadn’t she?
I forced myself to stare up her body, to meet her gaze. “I don’t know why you came, not exactly, but I just want to feel you tonight. No fighting, no arguments, no guard and resident or anything else. Just us.”
It wasn’t a question, but she nodded. In fact, tension left her at that, as if she needed it as much as I did.
I leaned in and kissed her inner thigh, then dragged my tongue up to the crease of her leg. She shivered, and it drew a smile from me.
She was so responsive, and she hid nothing from me.
As a reward, I moved my tongue up her wet slit.
She made no noise—she couldn’t—but I’d gotten to where I could read her body without that. The way her muscles tensed, the way she bit her bottom lip, the way she arched her back, it all told me how she felt about each touch.
I delved into her cunt with my tongue, wanting to drown in her sweetness, to have every part of her. Normally I pinned her down, but this time, I chased herwhen she squirmed, as if to prove that I wasn’t going anywhere.
It didn’t matter how much we fought, how much she struggled with herself and the world and me, I’d chase her forever to stay with her.
After a moment, I focused on her clit. Maybe I should have teased her more, but I didn’t have it in me. I wanted to watch her fall over that edge over and over again.
I sank two fingers into her pussy, knowing she could take it. That pushed her into her own release, because her thighs closed around my ears and her fingers gripped the back of my head, holding me against her.