Thief:A Bad Boy Romance(48)

 

I gasp as he breaks the kiss, his lips sliding down my neck, down to my breasts. My back arches as he takes a nipple between his lips, one hand slowly sliding over my soft belly towards my panties. His fingers slip under them, and I moan as he finds me wet and ready for him. My legs spread as if remembering this dance, and as he moves further down my body, I lift my hips as he pulls them down my legs.

 

He kicks his boxers off, and I can feel my blood run hot at the sight of his body after all these years.

 

His chest, those grooves of his hips.

 

That perfect cock that I’ve never forgotten.

 

He’s got more tattoos and more scars than I remember, but it’s all coming rushing back as he wraps his arms around me, kissing my body. We’re bare but for the necklaces and our memories of each other, and I can feel his thick cock so hard and throbbing against me there between my legs. My body remembers what the mind never did.

 

His lips drag low again, leaving kisses in their wake.

 

“No-no,” I murmur with a moan as his tongue flicks across my thigh. “I want you now.”

 

His eyes drag up to mine up the length of my body. “If you think I’ve waited eight fucking years for this and that I’m not going to taste you as much as I can, than you are sorely mistaken, gorgeous.”

 

God, his mouth.

 

I jolt as his tongue drags through my wetness, teasing over my clit and making my hips buck from the bed. He’s merciless in his teasing, his tongue and his fingers pushing me higher and higher, until my body sings and I feel like I might pass out with the gasping breaths I’m somehow managing to suck in.

 

His tongue rolls across my clit again, and I come, biting my hand and gasping as the orgasm practically elevates me from the bed against his mouth.

 

And I remember now that I’ve never come as hard or as earth-shatteringly as I did with him.

 

And never since him.

 

He starts to crawl up my body as I lay there like a puddle, but I grin and pounce, flipping him over. He laughs as I jump on him, sitting astride his legs and bringing my mouth down to his neck.

 

Now it’s my turn.

 

My lips kiss and bite and suck their way down his body, remembering every hard inch of it. My eyes drink in the newer tattoos, the scars I’ve never seen.

 

“What’s this?”

 

My lips and my fingers linger on the round little scar on his side the looks like I’d imagine a bullet hole looks like.

 

He shakes his head, eyes sparkling at me. “It’s nothing.”

 

“Silas-“

 

“It doesn’t matter,” he says softly, kissing me. “None of it does.”

 

I somehow drag myself from his lips, but only because there’s more of him I want to taste. I push him onto his back on the bed as I make my way down.

 

God, he’s big.

 

So hard, throbbing in my hands, like iron and silk. I stroke him as I wet him with my tongue, teasing and making him groan.

 

I wrap my lips around the head, filling my mouth as I slowly move up and down. I’m loving the feel of him, how he fills my mouth and how he groans under my tongue.

 

He pulls me up.

 

“Get up here, now.”

 

He’s more demanding than he was, and there’s something hot about that. There’s so something so masculine about - well - the man he’s become.

 

My legs go astride his, and I can feel him hot and pulsing against my skin. My eyes never leave his as I reach between us, fingers circling him and drawing him against me.

 

He pauses, turning to stretch towards the nightstand drawer and pull a condom out, and I raise my brow.

 

He grins. “No one else has been here but you, you know.”

 

I swallow the heat that comes to my face as I start to look away. “I told you, it’s been eight years, Silas. I don’t have any sort of claim on you or any-”

 

“Yeah, gorgeous,” he says gruffly, stopping me with a kiss. “Yeah, you do. You always have, and always fucking will.”

 

He looks deeply into my eyes, the sea squall inside his own crashing like a storm.

 

“I’m yours.” He shrugs, like it’s the only truth left in the world. “Always will be.”

 

My mouth crashes into him, kissing him fiercely and gasping into his lips. He pulls away to tear the foil of the condom with his teeth before moving to roll it down his length. His hands slide over my hips to my ass, raising me up.

 

And then I’m sinking all the way down.

 

God, it’s so good.

 

He’s so big, and yet so damn perfect as he slowly fills me.

 

Perfect, like two puzzle pieces locking together exactly how they should. Exactly how they were meant to.