“I’m not in a rush, but I have been waiting years, years, to be with you again. I do not need to waste any time.”
“Does that mean you’ve missed me?”
“More than I will ever admit,” I breathed.
“No, admit it. Tell me. Please tell me I wasn’t alone in missing you every fucking day of my life. Tell me I’m not so fucking crazy that I had to tattoo your name on my hands, so at least when I thought of you, I had it as an excuse. I couldn’t blame myself for thinking of you every fucking day when I had the tattoo.”
“No, you weren’t alone. Not at all.”
He sat down on the bed, pulling me with him until I straddled over his lap.
“The first night we were together. Way back then,” he said, laying me back on the bed as his hand ran down my side, pulling my underwear along with it. “I was praying to the entire world that one night would be enough with you. That I could have that one night and get you out of my system and never have to feel that way again. What a fucking joke that was. I will never have enough of you.”
“I thought that was just because you suddenly liked sex,” I said with a laugh.
“With you, Daze. Because my heart was fucking exploding. I was already in love with you and trying like hell to ignore it. That’s pretty hard when you are sleeping with the love of your life for the first time.”
“You did not think I was the love of your life at that point.”
He laughed. “No, that was the moment that I found out. It was the moment that I knew that my heart was like one of those damn fucking necklaces. There are two pieces, and I need yours to make me feel like I actually have one. Every time I see one of those things, I think of you, wondering why I couldn’t have been given my own damn heart; I had to share it with someone else.”
He pulled me closer, kissing me hard.
“You are the most romantic person, but somehow make every part sound painful,” I said.
“Six years, Daisy, six fucking years without you. It has been painful. Every moment has been painful.”
“I can think of one thing to ease the pain,” I said, lifting enough to undo his belt. He fell back with a satisfied groan.
“I won’t deny you a fucking thing, Daisy. You want to skip the foreplay and sink onto my cock, done. If you want hours of my mouth tasting and teasing you, done. Anything you want, Daze. I’ll give you fucking anything.”
“Right now, I want the first option. Maybe after we can clean up and get right to the hours of teasing me.”
He grinned as I undid his jeans. “You wouldn’t last ten minutes of being teased before you were demanding to get off again.”
I stood up, pulling his jeans and boxers off and taking in the sight. “That’s true.” I climbed back over him, my dress falling in the way. He sat back up, pulling it up and over my head until I was naked on top of him. My heart burst as I looked at him. “I can’t resist anything about you, Kye.”
He flipped, taking me with him until I was laid out underneath him.
“I was prepared for slutty, raunchy words. I didn’t realize it would be sweet things that would break my heart.”
I smiled as he leaned down to kiss my neck and jaw. “Why? Miss all the slutty things I say to you?”
“Every day.”
My hands slid into his hair, and I used it to roll us again until I was back on top. “I’ve thought about you so much. So many nights I would lie in my bed,” I said, reaching down and wrapping my hand around his cock, “and think of you. Think of this. Of you buried deep in me, making me come so hard I couldn’t see straight.”
“And what did you do when you thought about that?”
My hand slid down between us until I was rubbing my clit, but he grabbed my wrist. “You will not be getting yourself off without me tonight.”
“I was just showing you what I did when I thought about you,” I said with a grin.
“And I will expect a full demonstration later, but right now, I get to make you come.”
He flipped me again before coming down over me. “I missed you,” I whispered, running my hands over every inch of him I could.
He nuzzled into my neck, kissing me once before finding my lips. “I missed you, too. I’ve spent six years wondering if this would ever happen again.”
“And you really went six years without anyone else?”
“There is no one else. I don’t look at anyone else and want them. I don’t think about them like this. I decided I would rather go the rest of my life alone than deal with the agony of someone else.”
I nearly blurted out how much I loved him but stayed quiet, not able to bring myself to say the words when I still felt like I could lose him again. I knew he didn’t want to go anywhere now, and neither did I, but the pain at him leaving the first time only felt like it would be tripled if we were separated again.
I didn’t know if I was ready to face that possibility.
He positioned himself at my entrance, but I stopped him. “I don’t have any condoms, and it’s been so long since I slept with anyone that I’m not on birth control.”
He groaned, dropping his head against me. “Why is that only turning me on more?”
I laughed as I grabbed his hips and pulled him harder against me. His cock threatened to sink into me, and for one second, I reveled in the feeling. “Wow, who would have thought you have a bit of breeding kink?”
“I don’t even know what that is,” he said through gritted teeth.
“It means I am going to have so much fun learning all your kinks that you don’t even know about.”
He pushed into me hard, filling me with one stroke and staying there. I let out a soft gasp, my nails digging into his back as I adjusted to his size. He trailed kisses along my jawline and down my neck.
