I wanted her hands on my face as she pressed her lips to mine.
I wanted her thighs hugging my hips as she straddled me.
I wanted her breasts pillowed against my chest as she…
I got up much quicker after that and hurried into the bathroom.
Once there, I angrily looked down at myself, staring at the tent in my underwear.
Another thing that finally made sense—the fact that I’d hated my previous underwear.
They’d just felt altogether wrong.
I mean, if I was in boxers, my inconsiderate cock would’ve been slipping out of the loose fabric all night and finding its way to Frankie.
But the boxer briefs, on the other hand, had done an excellent job at containing it—more the pity.
I groaned in defeat, wishing that things were different. Wishing that I could take the things I wanted instead of having to overthink it to the point of exhaustion.
Absently I looked over my shoulder to make sure that I didn’t wake Frankie with my loudmouth, but she was still sleeping.
Her face was buried in the pillow that I’d used the night before, and she had a small smile on her face.
The sheet that’d been covering us the entire night had slipped as she’d moved, and it was now revealing the rounded curve of her breast underneath the loose-fitting nightdress she’d put on the night before. The article of clothing that had started my semi-permanent hard-on state hours ago.
I roughly cupped my cock and squeezed, hoping that it would be enough to shock my dick into thinking about something—anything—other than how it would feel to sink slowly into… I once again cut myself and my thoughts off.
“Christ,” I said under my breath.
The sound must’ve disturbed Frankie because she once again shifted in the bed.
This time, her eyes did open.
She smiled and moved, her hand going out to reach for where I’d once been.
When she didn’t feel me, her eyes shot open, and her face went from a moment of sleepy confusion to outright panic.
She vaulted up into a sitting position, her eyes moving around the room wildly.
Knowing what she was thinking, I came out of the bathroom and headed toward her.
“Hey, it’s all right,” I promised.
The moment that I made my appearance from the bathroom, it was like everything inside of her just wilted.
One second she was in the bed, and the next she was in my arms.
I couldn’t stop myself from catching her even if I tried.
Her small body trembled against mine, and once again, I was fighting a losing battle with my cock.
She practically climbed me like a tree in her haste to get into my lap and deciding this would be much easier if I was sitting instead of leaning over the bed, I twisted and planted my ass.
She moved until her core was pressed against my lap. Her body covering me from neck to thighs.
“I had a dream that you were here,” she said. “And I woke up, and you were gone, and I thought that I’d dreamed it all. You being here. Alive. Holy shit, my heart is still hammering.”
I moved one of my hands to cup the back of her head while the other went down to snake around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.
She shifted in my hold, easily centering herself on the hard length of my erection.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “It’s the morning.”
She pulled back until she could see into my eyes.
“Is that the only reason?” she asked.
No. No, that wasn’t the only reason.
When I opened my mouth to tell her that it was, the words wouldn’t come out.
Her eyes lit up and she smirked.
Then shocked the hell out of me by pressing her mouth to mine.
It’d been something that I’d wanted to do for weeks now.
Months.
To feel her lips against mine.
And all of a sudden the control I was barely managing to hold on to—the turmoil and the confusion were eating me alive—I just… snapped.
I knew that in Frankie’s arms I could just… let go.
And let go I did.
Her mouth went from a soft, sweet kiss to a hungry one when my arms once again locked around her.
I pulled her impossibly closer while grinding myself up against her.
I went from sitting with her in my lap to laying her down and crawling over the top of her.
We didn’t stop there, though.
My kiss was like a catalyst.
We went from chaste to more in about half a second.
“Baby,” Frankie said as she pulled me in tight. “Please.”
I didn’t know what she was asking.
I mean, I knew what I wanted her to be asking, but surely she couldn’t be on the same page as me.
But, when she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me to her, forcing me to either break her hold or press against her…
I pressed against her.
I also ground my cock into her pussy, wondering if she was okay with my scars as much as she appeared.
Because the more clothes I took off, the more she was going to see.
Which put a slight damper on my need.
I pulled back and looked into her eyes, both of us short of breath as we tried to catch up on the oxygen we’d been depriving ourselves of instead of breaking the kiss.
I stared straight into her eyes as I said, “I’m not the same man you once knew, baby.”
She reached up and pressed her hands to my cheek, then caught a lock of my hair and tucked it behind my ear.
Her hand once again went to my cheek where she scratched the beard that concealed the scars on the lower half of my face.
“And I’m not the same woman,” she said. “I’ve done a lot of growing up and changing over the last two years. I… you being gone changed me. And I’m not even going to say for the better. But… I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that I still want you just as much as I did then.”
That was all I needed to hear.
With that last comment in mind, I reared up and started shucking my sweatpants that I’d worn to bed the night before.
Her eyes stayed on me, hot and heavy, taking in every single inch of available skin that I gave her.
When my underwear finally hit the floor, her eyes stayed focused on my eyes.
She blushed, and it was so damn cute that I nearly laughed.
“You know,” she said softly. “You had someone before me. I was… I am… shit.”
My cock felt so hard that it felt like it was going to explode.
“You were… what?” I asked, unable to process anything beyond how her chest was heaving.
Her breasts were jiggling with each rough inhale, and her nipples were pebbled into tiny little peaks that were driving me wild.
She held her hands out for me, and I didn’t think. I just went.
I crawled up the length of her bed, pushing her legs wide as I went, and dropped my body to hers until there wasn’t a single thing separating us but her nightdress that she’d exchanged my t-shirt for.
I inhaled deeply against her neck, trying to tell myself to calm down.
“I want you,” I breathed against her throat.
She tightened her hands around my face and then pulled until I either looked at her or caused her to hurt herself.
I chose to look up, because there was no way in hell that I’d ever allow anything to happen to her.
I knew that from the day that I met her. For the second time, anyway. I had no doubt that my mind was firmly set that way in the beginning, when I first met her, too.
“I’m clean,” she said.
There was no point in her telling me she was on the pill.
We both knew there would be no reason for it.
I was just thankful that I’d had that discussion with her before it got to thi
s point, because that would’ve been a complete mood killer for sure.
“I know,” I said. “I’m sure you know that I haven’t been with anyone… and, to tell you the truth, I haven’t really made sure that all parts are in working order down there.”
She laughed, and the throaty sound of it made my heart hammer in my throat.
God, she was really magnificent.
There wasn’t a single thing about her that didn’t set my blood on fire.
Her laugh. Her mouth. The way that she felt so soft against my hard body.
The way her fingers looked running over my rough, scarred skin.
The way she looked at me as if I wasn’t the ugliest person in the world.
I kissed her again, this time allowing my hand that wasn’t planted in the bed to skim up the length of her side.
“Sometimes,” I said, voice rough. “I take myself in hand and think of you when I do.”
“Sometimes?” she laughed. “That’s all?”
I nodded.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “Because at first, I couldn’t condone the fact that I was jacking off to my supposed best friend’s girl.”
She snickered.
“That’s been pretty hard for me, too,” she admitted. “The thought of finding you attractive, when I never did before? That was definitely screwing with my head.”
I could imagine.
It also made me feel loved and appreciated that, even after two years, she’d stayed strong.
I skimmed my fingers over the underside of her breast, loving the way she shivered deliciously at my touch.
“Take your nightie off,” I ordered.
She didn’t waste time stripping for me.
The shock of white against her tanned skin had me looking down to see lace bikini underwear covering her mound.
I could see the dark thatch of hair underneath the lace, and my fingers itched to rip the delicate material away so I could see what lay under it more clearly.
She squirmed underneath my gaze, and I finally allowed my gaze to skim up the rest of her body.
She had a flat belly. Hell, she almost had abs.
“You’ve always had these?” I asked, outlining the small muscles of her belly.
She shook her head.
“No, those are all yours.” She laughed. “I’ve usually had more of a belly on me, but over the last two years, I have to admit I haven’t really eaten the best—or at all at times.” She bit her lip when my face went thunderous. “But you came back, and I started eating again. Healthy even. And then we started running together… God, all I wanted was to spend time with you. Even if I had to torture myself to do it.”
I grinned wickedly.
I liked that she wanted to spend time with me. I liked it even more that she’d do something she didn’t want to do to accomplish it.
Her hands smoothed down my bare chest, her fingers lingering on my nipples.
She swept one palm over my left one, before repeating the process on my right.
My breathing clogged my throat as I choked on air.
She grinned at my reaction.
“You used to like that,” she whispered. “I tried to pinch your nipples once, and you freaked out so bad. You said they were really sensitive.”
I didn’t know if that was the case anymore.
To be honest, I didn’t know if anything was all that sensitive thanks to the multitude of scars.
But it was more than obvious that my nipples were indeed sensitive.
“What else did I like?” I asked, catching one of her hands and bringing her fingers up to my mouth.
Her eyes went wide when I pulled one of her fingers into my mouth and sucked on it.
“Uhhh.” She drew a deep breath. “Y-you… well… you liked it when I kissed you… there.”
She pressed her free hand against my nipple again.
“I liked your tongue on me?” I grunted out a laugh. “Now that’s surprising…”
She drew her fingernails down the length of my chest, her fingers bumping over the ridged scars as she did.
She didn’t flinch, and neither did I.
My scars were still very sensitive, but anything that Frankie ended up doing to me? It wasn’t wrong. It didn’t hurt.
It felt… right.
“Then do it,” I suggested. “Put your tongue on me.”
She did an ab curl and went up onto one elbow, pressing her lips to the middle of my sternum before going even farther to my nipple.
She swirled her tongue around the engorged tip, then bit down lightly on the very peak.
I cursed and clenched my hand onto hers, then drew her finger back into my mouth to suck on it.
I needed something to focus on or I was going to lose control.
Hell, I was already halfway there, just by what she was doing with her mouth and the way she felt underneath me.
When she popped off one side and moved to the other, I moved, too, refusing to allow her to go any further.
“Lie back and slide those panties off,” I ordered.
Her eyes stayed glued to mine as she did what I asked, lying back carefully and then oh so slowly pushing her panties down her thighs.
When she got them to her calves, I took over for her and pulled them the rest of the way off her body.
Once they were in my hand, I brought them up to my face and inhaled deeply.
Her mouth fell open in surprise.
“Luca,” she whispered, scandalized.
I grinned and gave it one more whiff before gently placing them on the bed beside her.
Her eyes went wide when I descended the length of her body, coming to a stop with my shoulders roughly pushing her thighs apart and making room for my body.
She widened her legs as far as she was capable, but still left her pussy covered with her hand.
I loved the timidity.
I loved even more that she was still modest.
Even more, I loved that she was mine.
“Move your hand, baby,” I growled.
She did, reluctantly.
And the sight that was before me once she’d moved left me fighting for breath.
God, she was perfect.
Her pussy lips were puffy and wet. Her entrance was small and tight.
And the little bud of her clit was poking out from underneath the hood as if waiting for my touch.
She had hair, too.
I loved that she had hair.
I loved even more that she was staring at me with love in her eyes.
“God, I just want to eat you up,” I said, taking my first swipe of her sex.
An explosion of Frankie burst on my tongue. Sharp and sweet, I wanted to bottle it up and take it out for a taste every time I got pissed at myself for not remembering something.
She tasted smooth and sweet, and felt like heaven on my tongue.
“You taste like everything I should’ve never forgotten,” I growled, going in for a second taste.
She squirmed underneath my tongue, and I pinned her thighs to the bed with my palms.
“That’s because you’ve never tasted me before,” she panted, her hands going to my ears as she tried to direct me where I wanted her.
I paused in tasting her, looking up the length of her body.
“What?” I asked, sounding as confused as I felt.
“You’ve never done… that,” she whispered. “We always wanted to but…”
But things got in the way.
Understandable.
“Lie back and let me lick you then,” I ordered. “And just know this isn’t the only time it’s ever going to happen.”
Her face went positively wicked as she clenched the sheets underneath of her in two fists.
Then I bit the inside of her thigh, causing her to jerk.
“What the hell, Luca?” She laughed, playfully pushing on my forehead.
I went b
ack to work—or play depending on how you looked at it—tasting her.
She squirmed underneath my touch, and when I knew she was getting closer, I abandoned her clit for a few moments to thrust my tongue into her entrance.
She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair, and moaned into the ever-brightening morning air.
“Luca, please,” she begged.
I knew what she wanted.
To come.
But I didn’t want her to come.
Not yet, anyway.
I wanted her on the edge, teetering over but not quite falling.
Because I wanted to be inside of her when I came.
I wanted to feel her pussy muscles ripple and quake around me.
When I knew she was too close, knew that any second my attentions were going to push her over, I crawled back up between her thighs.
She watched me come with her eyes glazed over in need.
Her body welcomed me home when I pressed myself fully to her. Arms wrapping around my neck and her legs going around my hips, she shifted her hips. Telling me silently that she was ready.
I put one elbow on the bed beside her head and leaned slightly to the left so that I could reach my cock between her thighs.
“Oh, Luca,” she whispered. “You feel big.”
I didn’t know if I was big.
I did know that she made me feel big, though.
The moment that my cock was notched at her entrance, her breath hitched.
I began pushing inside, all the while keeping my eyes solidly locked on hers.
Her mouth parted in the cutest little O as I began, and I stopped for a moment to ask if she was all right.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice shaky. “More than all right.”
Then she tightened her muscles on my cock head, causing me to jerk back in surprise.
“Luca!” she whined, hating the loss just as much as I did.
I fitted myself against her once more and pushed inside, this time not surprised by the way that she clenched and unclenched. It was her body’s way of accommodating me. Making room for my cock when her tight channel wasn’t equipped for such objects.
That’s when something hit me.
“You’re really tight,” I told her, feeling my heart start to pound.
It’d already been pounding, of course, but something was setting me off. A memory that I really should have lighting up my mind like a floodlight, yet it wasn’t there.
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