Hope quickly turned into desire when he brought his mouth down on mine. It was a gentle brush at first, a barely there caress to test my response. When my lips parted and I whimpered, he gave me more-so much more. His arms drew me tightly against him, crushing me against his body while his tongue swept inside my mouth and he devoured me with his kiss.
I linked my fingers behind his neck, holding on and kissing him back with everything I had. Butterflies swirled in my stomach, and my breath hitched. I'd fallen into bed with Weston so easily before, but this time it felt like a momentous decision-as though there would be no going back if I slept with him again. It meant risking my heart, and this time, I knew exactly how much it would hurt to lose him. But it didn't stop me from reaching up and tangling my fingers in his hair.
He tore his mouth from mine, his chest heaving. That one lock of dark hair fell onto his forehead, reminding me of the night we'd met. My fingers shook as I tugged it back in place. My belly clenched when he responded by lowering his head and pressing soft, sweet kisses all over my face. My cheeks, my forehead, my nose. He didn't skip a spot.
Each feather-light brush of his lips sent a tremor through my body. The passion between us had burned brightly during our weekend together, and it hadn't dimmed at all-not even a tiny bit. If anything, it was deeper. More meaningful.
"Twelve long months," he growled. "I've dreamed of you, each and every damn night."
"You did?" I breathed out.
His warm eyes met mine, staring straight into my soul when he answered. "My thoughts of you were the only bright spot, the one thing which kept me going during the darkest hours of my mission. Knowing I was coming home to you when it was over was what gave me the strength to get the job done. Even after months of no contact, I clung to the belief that you would be mine."
If I hadn't already fallen back into bed with him, that right there would have done the job. It was so darn romantic that my panties practically melted onto the floor all by themselves. But it had been a long year apart, and there was one worry screaming in the back of my head. "Were you with anyone else while you were gone?"
He reared back, a look of shock on his face. "Hell no," he bit out. "I wasn't with another woman. How could I be when you're the only one I want?"
"Neither was I," I admitted softly and felt him relax against me once again.
"No other women for you, huh?"
"Oh," I giggled, slapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Shut up and kiss me already."
"I had a lot more in mind than just kissing you," he murmured against my lips.
"Then you'd better get to it before I change my mind."
"Oh, beautiful," he sighed, trailing kisses along my jaw until his lips were against my ear. "Now that I've got you back in my arms, there isn't a chance in hell I'd let you change your mind about us. You're mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to remind you of it every damn day."
He went about doing exactly as he'd promised, stripping us out of our clothes quickly and efficiently. Once I was naked beneath him, his hand went to my throat and circled it. My pulse leapt beneath his palm before he moved it farther down my body, sweeping over my breasts and pausing while his fingers toyed with my nipples. While I writhed beneath him, his hand slid along my rib cage, down to my belly, and finally dipped lower to slide against my wet folds.
His burning green gaze never left mine. Not once. He let me see every ounce of passion he felt for me. The possessiveness and how much he'd missed touching me. It all shone from his eyes and cracked the wall I'd built around my heart during his absence. I was a trembling mass of need when he rose to his knees and circled his cock with his fist. My eyes locked on his hard length, going wide when I spotted two silver balls, one on each side of his cockhead.
"Holy crap! You got your dick pierced?"
"Fuck yeah, I did," he groaned. "And it hurt like a bitch, but sinking inside you is going to make the pain worth it."
"But why?" I asked, bewildered by what possibly could have motivated him to get a piercing like this while he'd been on an undercover mission.
He heaved a deep sigh. "There's a lot of shit I've had to do in the past to make sure I didn't raise any suspicions while undercover. A guy like me, celibate for a whole year? I had to make it believable. An ampallang piercing, which wasn't healing well, is something none of the guys were going to question too closely because no man wants to think about pain in his cock."
I was blown away by his answer. As crazy as it sounded, it was probably the most romantic gesture I'd ever experienced. "You got your dick pierced just so you could avoid other women while you were gone?"
"Yeah, and it's been a damn long year without any relief except for what my hand could give me," he growled. "You gonna make me wait some more or are you ready for me, beautiful?"
I nodded, feeling as though I'd always been ready for him-as if I'd been made for him. But I didn't say yes out loud because I was afraid of what else would spill past my lips if I tried to speak. Although I was more than ready for him to make love to me, I wasn't quite there when it came to sharing what was inside my heart.
Our legs were tangled together, his hips snugly cradled against mine. With the broad tip of his cock nudging my entrance, he lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips. My heels dug into his ass cheeks as I arched my back and tried to buck my hips upward to make him slide into me.
He caught my hands and raised them above my head, threading his fingers through mine as he pinned them against the mattress. And then finally, his hips thrust forward and he filled me.
"Holy fuck, you feel even better than you did a year ago," he groaned. With those two little silver balls gliding against me with each thrust of his dick, I could only moan in agreement.
He moved slowly at first, his gaze burning into mine as he worshipped my body with his. It was the most intimate moment of my life, his body moving slowly over mine while I stared into his eyes. It was so damn beautiful I almost didn't want to break the spell. But with the tension building in my body, I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.
My hips moved to meet his, building the friction between us. My fingers tightened against him as I tried to fight the pleasure, to make it last longer.
"I'm so close," I gasped out.
"Give it to me," he growled. "Come for me, beautiful."
He leaned forward and captured my lips. The combination of his raspy words and the new angle of his cock as it sank into me sent lightning streaking through my body. With my pussy pulsing around his cock, he slammed into me deep and hard until he orgasmed with me, emptying himself inside me.
I lay under him a long time, wrapped around his warm body and enjoying being close to him again. When he rolled, taking me with him so I was on top, I felt our combined come slide from my body.
"Crap," I groaned, dropping my head onto his shoulder. "You forgot to use a condom. Not that it did us much good last time around, since I still managed to get pregnant with Carter."
"I didn't wear one, but it wasn't because I forgot," he corrected me with a smirk. "I can't fucking wait to see your belly round with another of my babies, and this time around I'm going to be with you every step of the way."
Was he saying what I thought he was saying? Because it sounded an awful lot like he... No, I couldn't handle this yet. Squeezing my eyes shut, I slowed my breathing and let my body relax against his. This was Weston's first day back in my life-our lives-and I needed more than an hour to adjust to my new reality, whatever it was.
Chapter 5
Weston
Aspen didn't react to my comment and I let it go for the moment, content to quietly hold her in my arms. It felt fucking amazing to have her naked body plastered against mine. I could feel her heartbeat on my chest, still pounding from our spent passion.
My hands roamed over her soft skin, everywhere they could reach, and her little sigh of pleasure had my semi-hard cock stirring to life. She lifted her head and stared at me with eyebrows raised in question.
I grinned and slightly bucked my hips. "He's been deprived of your pussy for a year, sweetheart. You can't blame him for being greedy."
She giggled, and fuck if that sound didn't make my dick come to full attention. The humor on her face faded, replaced by heat and need. I gripped her hips and lifted her enough so I could line up with her sex and pull her down as I drove up into her. As the metal piercing dragged along her walls, our shared moans meshed like perfect harmony.
"Ride me, beautiful. Fuck me hard," I panted. Beads of sweat dotted my skin from the effort I was making to let her be in charge. It was one way I could show her that she was still in control of her life. But, my bruising grip on her hips also indicated that it only went so far. When it came to us, there was no other option but to accept it. I wasn't going to let her go ever again.
Her brown eyes were hazy with lust and her smile almost broke me. Then she began to move, and I forgot all about everything but the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock. She rocked back and forth, swiveling her hips in experimentation, trying to gauge what felt the best. I had no opinion on the matter, it all felt fucking amazing to me.