And I’d never been so goddamn happy to see my house.
Her fingers lightly grazed my forearm before gripping tight as I pulled to a stop. The touch shouting her wants and eagerness, echoing my own.
I tightened my hold on her thigh and glanced over to where she was watching me, cheeks flushed. “Stay.”
I jumped out of my truck and stalked around the front of it to open her door. Grabbing and turning her in the seat so I stood between her legs. Racing my hands up her legs until I was gripping her hips and pulling her closer to the edge of the seat, reveling in her sharp inhale.
“You go in there with me, you’re mine. I’m yours. For-fucking-ever. Understand?”
“I’m already yours,” she said on a breath.
The words had barely finished leaving her lips before I had her in my arms, and she was crushing her mouth to mine. The kiss hard and passionate and filled with the promise of our claim.
The assurance that we would make it through this too.
Her gasp faded into a laugh when we stumbled up the porch steps—bubbly and free and so fucking beautiful. All that glow burning so damn bright that I felt myself falling for her all over again.
My heart swelling and taking off like a stampede of wild horses. Her name a steady hum in my veins. All of it so familiar and intoxicating and utterly Madison.
And then her mouth was on mine again and a soft moan was climbing up her throat and getting lost in the kiss as we slammed up against the house. Neither of us willing to part again for the time it took to get the door open.
By the time we made it inside, my shirt and hat were gone.
By the time I had her pinned to the wall with her legs around my waist, her shirt was going over her head, and my mouth was on her lace-covered breast. A whimper falling from her as she gripped at my hair and rolled her hips.
God damn this girl.
Setting her feet on the floor, I pulled her shorts and underwear down as I went to my knees. Her gasp filling my head as I pressed slow kisses from her hip to her thigh as I lowered the material.
“Hunter.” Her fingers wove into my hair and her body trembled as I helped her step out of her clothes. “Oh God, oh God,” she breathed as I spread her legs and leaned forward to taste her, unable to wait another second.
Unable to take this slow.
Her whimpers and quick inhales mixed with my need for her, urging me faster. Harder. Devouring her as I pressed a finger inside her, and then another. Feeling the way she shook with each thrust of my fingers and each flick of my tongue. Savoring the way she moaned and her legs threatened to give out when I sucked her clit into my mouth.
Pushing her closer and closer to that edge until she shattered. I flattened my tongue against her and rode her through until she was trembling and weakly grabbing for me. Trying to pull me up.
“Let me have you,” she softly begged as I stood, removing my fingers and trailing them along her clit. Her body shook and a whimper caught in her throat as she reached for the button on my jeans, her satisfied stare holding mine.
She was still pushing my boxer briefs down when she took my hard length in her hand and pumped me slowly. Making my eyes roll back as I lifted her into my arms and spread her to me. Filling her and taking her in one hard thrust.
“Hunter,” she cried out as she hurried to grip my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin and her chest rising and falling roughly for the few moments I stood there holding her. Feeling her.
The way she gripped me. Stretched around me. Shuddered.
“You okay?” I asked, voice hoarse.
One of her hands moved to curl around my jaw as she leaned forward, a whispered moan leaving her from the shift in position. “Please,” she breathed, the word washing over my lips. “Don’t stop—please move.”
She captured my mouth, a hum of pleasure building in her throat when I pulled out and pushed back in.
And lost myself in her.
Fucking her against the entryway wall even though a part of me knew our first time together again should’ve been different. Slower. Anywhere other than up against a wall.
But I would give her soft and slow after. I would spend hours worshipping her. Take my time learning her body all over again. I would give her everything for the rest of the night—for the rest of my life.
Right then, there was nothing more than Madison and me. The pain from the years apart and the strain from the weeks we’d kept our distance clashing together with the chemistry that had always burned between us. Creating this all-consuming need for each other that we could no longer ignore.
Hard thrusts and passionate kisses.
Nipping teeth and breathless moans.
Making me crazy in the best damn way as I drove into her relentlessly until ecstasy barreled down my spine with my release. Gripping her tighter as I came inside her. This girl that was all soft smiles and glowing spirit as she struggled to catch her breath.
“I love you,” she whispered as I brushed my mouth across hers.
“Forever,” I vowed.
Keeping her in my arms, I took her to my bed and claimed her again. Slower. Softer. Savoring every look and kiss and touch as she fell apart around me and begged me not to stop.
So, I didn’t.
Not until we were spent and trembling and unable to stay awake.
My eyelids slowly opened, my gaze immediately locking on the woman in my arms. Blonde hair all kinds of wild. Face relaxed and fucking beautiful. Lips swollen from a night of demanding kisses and teasing bites. One of her hands curled against my bare stomach. The other loosely curled between our faces.
The memory of her fingers trailing along my jaw as we drifted to sleep floated across my mind before the rest of the night tore through. All vivid, carnal flashes as I shifted until I was hovering over her. Kissing her hand and soft lips before starting a slow trail down her naked body. Mouth twitching into a grin when she stirred beneath me.
We’d only fallen asleep a couple hours before, but there was something about waking with her in my arms that had that exhaustion fading away. Had me ready to go again and again and again. Anything to satisfy her. To feel her. To have her as long as she was right fucking there.
A stuttered breath escaped her when I passed my mouth across her lower stomach and hip. And then her inhale was filling the room and my head, and her fingers were in my hair as I dipped lower.
“Hunter,” she breathed as I spread her legs and fit my shoulders between her thighs. “Oh my God, please tell me I’m not dreaming.”
A wicked grin crossed my face as I leaned forward to press two feather-soft kisses to the inside of her thigh before nipping her teasingly. A low laugh rumbling in my chest at her responding gasp.
Her grip and her body locked up tight when I leaned forward to taste where she was bared to me. Licking her slowly from entrance to clit and biting back a groan at the erotic whimper that left her.
I made the path again and again, teasing her before pulling her clit into my mouth and pressing two fingers inside her. Fucking her slowly, surely. Reveling in the way she gripped my fingers and writhed against the bed when I rolled her clit between my teeth.
“Oh God,” she breathed, her walls clenching tighter and tighter around me. Her hands in my hair were at once pleading and demanding. “Hunter, please.”
I wanted to tease her. To draw the moment out as long as possible.
But everything about waking up with her there had slammed me right back to where we’d been the night before. Unable to wait another minute before trying to claim the girl who’d owned me forever.