correctly. ‘I’m thinking about jumping your bones’ wasn’t quite romantic enough for our first time in eight years. “You know how you said to let you know when I was ready?” I gave him the cutest smile I could muster and hoped he could fill in the blanks.
“Ready for dessert?” he asked with a grin.
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean, Bax. Don’t make me say it.”
Soft lips pressed against my forehead. “But I want you to say it. I want you to tell me you want me the way I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”
Heat flushed my cheeks. “Well I can’t say it.” I climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. “But I can show you.”
This was so out of character for me, and I was sure it took Bax by surprise, but if I stopped to think about it I may never have had the nerve to start again. Grasping his cheeks with both hands, I leaned down and kissed him as passionately as I could, pouring every emotion, every longing into that one kiss.
It took Bax only a second or two before his hands ran up my sides and into my hair, fisting it and holding me in place. I gently rocked back and forth in his lap but instead of gripping my hips he continued to kiss softly, tentatively. It was too gentle, too guarded—I wanted more. With both hands, I pushed him backwards until he was lying on the couch, then lowered my body down on top of his. His strong, muscular arms pulled me closer until I could feel every peak and valley of his torso beneath me. This was better. As both his hands clutched at my ass, he ground his hips up into mine. He was so hard, and I dropped my knees either side of his thighs so I could gain leverage.
“Fuck, Jaz,” he growled.
“Yes please,” I gasped as rough hands ran all over my body, under my shirt and down the back of my yoga pants.
With both hands back in my hair he gently lifted my head, my needy lips tingling from the pressure of his. “Not here, Jaz.”
I didn’t care where. It had been too long, and I didn’t want to wait another second to feel him inside me. “Where then?” I panted.
He picked me up as he stood, like I weighed nothing at all, and strode down the short hall and into the bedroom with my legs still wrapped around his waist. His bed was a mattress on the floor, the sheets crumpled, the quilt bunched in a ball to one side. He placed me lightly down before bending to hurriedly gather up clothes that were in the path between the door and bed.
“Jeezus. Sorry it’s so untidy, Jaz, I was in a hurry this morning.”
I smiled as he tossed an armful of clothing into the corner, moving the mess from one area to another. “It’s perfect, Bax.” I stepped closer, bridging the gap between us. “I don’t care about some clothes on the floor—I only care about you.”
“You deserve better than a grubby mattress on the floor.”
Holding his face in my hands, I kissed his lips tenderly. “All I want is you.”
“You’ve had me from the moment we met.”
My heart skipped as a mist blurred my vision. “And you’ve had me. I never stopped loving you.”
Baxter’s body trembled against mine as he delicately kissed my cheek, then my neck, his mouth finding my earlobe and tugging. Teeth grazed my collarbone as his hands took hold of my shirt and lifted it over my head and off. I followed his lead only not so gently, yanking his long-sleeved T-shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. My hands wandered over his body. I couldn’t help myself; his skin was so smooth. He had bulked up so much over the years since we’d been together. No longer was he the lean dancer he used to be—he was now muscle and abs that rippled from defined pecs to the mouth-watering V of his obliques.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, trying to take it all in. He was breathtaking, hotter than I ever remembered him being all those years ago, and it made me nervous that I wouldn’t live up to his expectations. “Your body’s amazing.”
“So is yours.” He
“Ready for dessert?” he asked with a grin.
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean, Bax. Don’t make me say it.”
Soft lips pressed against my forehead. “But I want you to say it. I want you to tell me you want me the way I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”
Heat flushed my cheeks. “Well I can’t say it.” I climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. “But I can show you.”
This was so out of character for me, and I was sure it took Bax by surprise, but if I stopped to think about it I may never have had the nerve to start again. Grasping his cheeks with both hands, I leaned down and kissed him as passionately as I could, pouring every emotion, every longing into that one kiss.
It took Bax only a second or two before his hands ran up my sides and into my hair, fisting it and holding me in place. I gently rocked back and forth in his lap but instead of gripping my hips he continued to kiss softly, tentatively. It was too gentle, too guarded—I wanted more. With both hands, I pushed him backwards until he was lying on the couch, then lowered my body down on top of his. His strong, muscular arms pulled me closer until I could feel every peak and valley of his torso beneath me. This was better. As both his hands clutched at my ass, he ground his hips up into mine. He was so hard, and I dropped my knees either side of his thighs so I could gain leverage.
“Fuck, Jaz,” he growled.
“Yes please,” I gasped as rough hands ran all over my body, under my shirt and down the back of my yoga pants.
With both hands back in my hair he gently lifted my head, my needy lips tingling from the pressure of his. “Not here, Jaz.”
I didn’t care where. It had been too long, and I didn’t want to wait another second to feel him inside me. “Where then?” I panted.
He picked me up as he stood, like I weighed nothing at all, and strode down the short hall and into the bedroom with my legs still wrapped around his waist. His bed was a mattress on the floor, the sheets crumpled, the quilt bunched in a ball to one side. He placed me lightly down before bending to hurriedly gather up clothes that were in the path between the door and bed.
“Jeezus. Sorry it’s so untidy, Jaz, I was in a hurry this morning.”
I smiled as he tossed an armful of clothing into the corner, moving the mess from one area to another. “It’s perfect, Bax.” I stepped closer, bridging the gap between us. “I don’t care about some clothes on the floor—I only care about you.”
“You deserve better than a grubby mattress on the floor.”
Holding his face in my hands, I kissed his lips tenderly. “All I want is you.”
“You’ve had me from the moment we met.”
My heart skipped as a mist blurred my vision. “And you’ve had me. I never stopped loving you.”
Baxter’s body trembled against mine as he delicately kissed my cheek, then my neck, his mouth finding my earlobe and tugging. Teeth grazed my collarbone as his hands took hold of my shirt and lifted it over my head and off. I followed his lead only not so gently, yanking his long-sleeved T-shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. My hands wandered over his body. I couldn’t help myself; his skin was so smooth. He had bulked up so much over the years since we’d been together. No longer was he the lean dancer he used to be—he was now muscle and abs that rippled from defined pecs to the mouth-watering V of his obliques.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, trying to take it all in. He was breathtaking, hotter than I ever remembered him being all those years ago, and it made me nervous that I wouldn’t live up to his expectations. “Your body’s amazing.”
“So is yours.” He
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