Belong (Seven Year Itch #3)(33)

“Don’t ever stop. Don’t let me go.”

“I don’t plan to,” he whispered in my ear while licking over my lobe. “I love you too damn much to let you slip away from me again.”

If his intentions weren’t clear enough before, his statement said it all. In that moment I decided to stop overthinking what was happening. I’d dreamed of this; of his hands caressing my skin and taking me to new heights. I’d dreamed of his love coming back to me.

It was finally a reality.





Chapter 17


Her head nuzzled against my neck. Naked and exposed, we lay there together, the fire crackling a few feet from us. We didn’t need to say words out loud, because finally we were on the same page. The world had stopped spinning, our losses becoming bearable now that we had each other. The one who got away was no longer lost from my future. This was my opportunity to right my wrongs – to take what should have been mine in the first place.

Rachel had needed time. She’d loved and lost, while I seemed to do the same in my own way. Not even the distance could break her from my heart. The second I saw her again I should have been aware how everything was about to change.

There was much to be discussed, but for the moment we were too lost in each other to worry about the details of what would come. It was my duty, my obligation to remind her of what we were together, so I could ensure she’d never let me go again.

Reeling in anticipation, I melted kisses across her abdomen, all while keeping a constant rhythm with one hand as it caressed her *. Rachel dug her long nails into my shoulders, shuttering and falling apart before me. It was exhilarating to know that I not only gave her extreme pleasure, but also how she hadn’t been with anyone in such a long time. It was like she was experiencing things for the first time again, writhing in utter disbelief on what she’d been missing out.

“It’s just like I remembered,” I managed to get out before her lips smashed over mine.

Her hands ran through my hair, holding a hunk as our kiss became deeper. Her tongue glided to an enticing tempo, telling the tale of how we’d only just begun. I managed to climb on top of her, bringing both hands up to thumb over her nipples. Rachel pulled away from my kiss to let out tiny moans. I ran my rigid cock over her *, beguiling her to beg for it. More gentle sounds escaped her.

I growled against her mouth, coaxing her to accept what was about to occur. My knee came up and rubbed between her legs, lowering with a hint of her arousal. She was soaked, luring me in like bait on a hook. Her hand came down between us, surrounding my shaft. She circled it around her *, lubricating the tip with the remnants of her earlier release. Our mouths were still touching, remaining in place to continue the ravenous kissing I couldn’t get enough of. “Are you sure?”

She nodded and licked over my lips. “Yes.”

“Tell me you love me, Rach. Tell me this is where we’re supposed to be.”

Even as we kissed again, I was hungry for more. I needed to make up for the ten years I’d gone without them.

“I do. Chad, I do. I still love you.”

I was shaking as I thrust forward, entering her slow with caution. The tight walls of her * welcomed me, surrounding me with a constant pressure. I’d forgotten what she felt like and how when we were together I swore she was put on this earth for me.

I had to stop for a second to prevent from losing it entirely too soon. Rachel wrapped her arms around my back, holding me close. She flipped us around, using her legs to overpower me. When she sat up I had to close my eyes to keep composure. She was too damn perfect, especially with the light of the fire being the only illumination in the room.

Rachel brought her hands up, gradually grazing over each of her own nipples. She was torturing me, forcing me to focus on being competent and lasting more than a few minutes.

She glided her body over mine, finally coming back down to kiss my lips. I didn’t know which position was worse. Both left me wanting to explode. Like we were moving in slow motion, Rachel took her time. She danced above me, giving me time to grasp this was happening.

I didn’t let Rachel keep control for long. I sat up, bringing her legs to wrap around my back. Her arms lifted over my head, sitting at the base of my neck. Her kisses were hungry, sometimes causing us to lose our breath. We were lost in each other. Once again I’d found my happy place, and as her body rocked over mine, I knew this couldn’t be the end. She told me to love her like we were saying goodbye, but goodbye wasn’t an option anymore. I didn’t care what I had to do, this was the only place I wanted to be.

I came, losing control beneath her. Her mouth stayed against mine as my face tightened and a bellow came out. Her legs trapped me, keeping me in the same position even though I was turning to mush.

I’m not sure how long we stayed together, re-familiarizing our lips, and how she fit so perfectly inside my arms.

Everything was surreal until I heard a little girl’s voice coming from another part of the room.

“Daddy?”

One minute I was in my glory, a euphoric lapse of judgment. The next I was panicking, scrounging for something to cover us from being discovered by her innocent eyes.

“I’ll be right there, pumpkin.”

I looked over at Rachel, seeing her struggling to keep it together. “I’ll be back. Don’t you dare leave.”