Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4)(45)

I want you.

Let go of the past.

Be mine again.

“Do you ever regret the past?” he asks, not looking at me. “Do you regret dating me at all in high school?”

“No,” I say instantly, the truth pouring from my lips. “I don’t regret anything, not even the bad things, and especially not you.”

“How can you not regret the bad things?” he asks, now scanning my face.

I exhale, thinking of the best way to explain this. “I guess if something changed, I wouldn’t have Cara, would I? And she’s everything to me, so I can’t have any regrets, because my life led me to having an amazing daughter.”

Rake nods, his eyes going soft. “She’s amazing because she has an amazing mother.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, then clear my throat. I gather my courage, and say something the younger me would have said. “So here’s the thing. I want you, Adam.”

“Bailey—”

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life,” I continue as if he hadn’t spoken. “I don’t care about what happened between us; I’ve let everything go, and so should you. And I’m not asking for much, just the chance to be with you again.”

“Fuck,” he says huskily. “Bailey—”

I put my hand on the center of his chest. “Don’t even think. Do you want me? It’s just you and me. No one else is here; nothing else matters. It’s just your energy and mine. Do. You. Want. Me?”

There.

I put myself out there, for him to either claim or reject.

The next move is his, and if he doesn’t want me, at least I can say that I tried.

He studies me for a few seconds that feel more like hours.

We look into each other’s eyes, unmoving, until finally he stands, the stool falling onto the floor, the noise breaking the trance.

He steps closer to me and puts his hand around my waist. “I’ll always want you. That’s not the issue here.”

Well thank God for that.

I reach up on my tiptoes, and I wrap my arms around him, and I kiss him like I’m starving for him.

I don’t care who’s watching.

I don’t care about anything except that his lips are on mine again.

That his tongue is dancing with mine.

That in this moment, no matter how fleeting, he is mine.

He slants his head and delves in deeper, his hands pulling me closer into him. I can feel his hardness pressing into my stomach, which turns me on even more, fuels my desire for him.

Why did I wait so long for this?

This is a f*cking great idea.

Rake lifts me up in the air, and I wrap my legs around him. He walks with me into the VIP room, the same place we first saw each other after all those years. Closing the door behind him, he lays me back on one of the black suede chaise lounges and looks down at me with a hungry expression, his eyes heavy and his mouth a little swollen from our kiss. He’s about to say something when I lift myself up and kiss him again, cutting off whatever he was going to say. He makes a sound deep in his throat and pushes me back into the lounge, his hands cupping my face.

Are we going to have sex right here?

Surprisingly I’m okay with that. I just want him inside me, slow and deep, right now.

I lift up his shirt and run my hands up his smooth back, closing my eyes as he starts to kiss down my neck. My breath hitches as he undoes the top button on my white shirt and kisses the cleavage it reveals.

Another button.

And another.

Fuck.

He exposes my black bra, then pulls down the cups, revealing my small, pebbled nipples.

“Fuck, I’ve missed these,” he grits out, before his mouth is on them, gently sucking and licking.

My back arches. I want more. I want everything.

My hands tangle in his hair and pull gently on the short ends.

“Rake,” I pant. “Please.”

I’m not above begging.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks softly, plumping my breasts together, licking one nipple then the other. When he finally pulls back to unzip his jeans, I’m so wet that I can actually feel how damp my panties are.

“I want you inside me.” I breathe heavily, watching as he pulls out his hard cock.

Fuck.

Yeah, I didn’t remember it being so big.

No one else I’ve been with even compares.

He pulls a condom out of his wallet, and I push away the fact that he always has one ready and waiting. Right now isn’t about that; it’s about us finally enjoying each other, reuniting, without letting anything else get in the way.

No thinking, only feeling.

He slides my pencil skirt up my thighs, and pulls down my panties, admiring me for a few seconds before he spreads my legs and dips his head.

“Need a taste,” he murmurs to himself, tongue peeking out as he licks my center with one long, deep swipe.

Holy. Shit.

“Just as good as I remember,” he says, before lowering his head again and eating my *. I lift up my hips, grinding myself into his face. Does he want me to come right now? Because I am going to come. I lick my dry lips and cry out as the orgasm hits, making me whimper in pleasure and slam my head back into the soft couch, my eyes squeezed shut.

“Adam,” I creak, his real name falling from my lips without thought.