A Forever Love(33)

“You told me to forget the night we shared.” He pressed his fingertips to her chin and tilted her head up to his. Her lips quivered. “So I tried to forget. For fifteen years, I’ve tried to forget. Do you know, Aubrey, how hard it is to forget something that is absolutely unforgettable?”

Her eyes closed and a deep breath rattled through her chest. “I never forgot,” Aubrey whispered.

“Nor did I.” His lips were upon hers. This time there was no anger, only heat. Raw, unadulterated passion and need and pent-up want that had survived for over a decade, emotions they’d pretended did not exist. He pulled her into him with a gentle tug, and her body melded to his.

God. Yes. This was his Aubrey. He pressed his hand to the back of her head and tilted that lush mouth toward his so that he might plunder her even deeper. His tongue twined with hers and then his teeth grazed her bottom lip, sucking and pulling and wanting and needing.

His hand pressed over the front of her dress where her breasts strained, her nipples pert and tight beneath the fabric. He unfastened the three pearl buttons and slipped the dress over her shoulders. Her body relaxed into his. God, he wanted her. He’d wanted her for over a decade. She came to him in his dreams when he was alone and asleep, her body like a siren calling to him.

His fingertips beneath her bra, he pressed her nipple, then unsnapped the back. The lace fell forward from her shoulders. Unlike last night, she did not stiffen or pull away from him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her hands wove into his hair. He pulled her closer, his hand around her firm ass, nothing but the tiniest piece of fabric between them. He tugged at the string of her panties and snapped them from her body.

“God, yes,” she moaned.

Her voice propelled him forward, and he pressed her naked body closer to him. Her hands were on his bare chest. Her lips now pulled at his nipple. Her hand slipped down, beneath the waist of his pajamas, and she grasped his cock, a firm grasp at the base of him.

He nearly doubled over, so great was the pleasure, so long had it been. Her stroke was firm and even with a tight grip up his shaft, her fingertip swiping at the pre-come on the head of his cock.

“Aubrey.” His voice was low, a guttural groan. He’d not heard that sound come from his throat is so very long. Too long. That voice was one that he’d only heard when Aubrey clasped his sex, when Aubrey touched him and kissed him and made him drop to his knees with pleasure.

This woman. God, he would worship at the feet of this woman if only she would never leave him again. He crushed his mouth to hers while she stroked his throbbing cock. To pleasure her, to make her his, to be inside Aubrey consumed his mind. Her hips undulated against him. His fingers slipped over her belly and through her curls and into the hot wetness of her sex, pressing at the engorged nub of her clit, her head thrust back as he pressed his lips to her neck.

Again, his finger circled. Her breath caught and her chest heaved with pleasure. He would touch her, he would make her scream his name. Now. Again. Later. For the rest of his damned life if she let him. She was heaven and sweet, and he could barely contain his own pleasure. He lifted her and took her to the couch, then laid her back on the plush suede. His lips slid down her belly, his teeth grazing her flesh. His fingertip danced across her clit. He pressed two fingers deep into her sex, and her hips bucked from the pleasure of his touch. He pressed his mouth over the top of her thighs and spread her legs with his hands. His eyes gazed upon her, wet and soft and glistening with want.

“Aubrey, you’re beautiful.”

Her hips arched up in response to his words, her breath short pants driven by desire. His fingertip still stroked and circled her clit even as his eyes devoured her sex. Their gaze locked. He kept his eyes on hers and leaned forward. His tongue stroked along the side of her, laving up one side, so close to that tiny spot that desired relief.

“Please, oh my God, Justin, please.”

The pleasure of hearing his name on her lips consumed him. His cock hard and strong, he fought the urge to rise up and push deep inside her. Now, this moment, was about pleasure for her, a prayer to this goddess, to this feeling, to this need that she created within him without even trying. In spite of his anger, in spite of his hardness, in spite of his maleness, she made him vulnerable and kinder and better and was all he could ever desire or need.

Her hips pressed up to him, and he cupped the hard curve with one hand and pressed his tongue deep into her. The muscles of her entrance tightened around him, her hips fighting against his control as he pressed up and up again, his finger no longer stroking her clit.

“Please, Justin, please,” she burst out, nearly breathless.