“Luke?” She stilled his hand, suddenly both shy and nervous.
“Hmm?”
“I’m… I’m not a kid anymore.” And her body showed every one of the past fourteen years, at least to her.
“Thank God. Neither am I.” He chuckled. “Wait. Haven’t we had this conversation before?”
She remembered their first time in the hotel, her nervousness then. “I’m…” She wasn’t sure quite how to say it. “I don’t look like I did last time we were together.”
“Nor do I. But to me, you’re more beautiful than ever.” He stopped her when she tried to turn away from him. “No. Please let me look at you. Your image has been in my mind all these years.”
He held her by the arms, his gaze roaming over her body, taking in every inch of the ripe, mature curves, the fullness of her breasts, the slight swell of her tummy. In his eyes, she could see he was awed by what he saw and it humbled her.
“You are more than I ever thought to ask for.” His voice was not quite steady.
He ran the tip of a finger over the upper swell of her breasts, tracing the frothy lace of her bra. Thumbs brushed her nipples, igniting the fire smoldering in her veins.
Julia wet her lips nervously, suddenly self-conscious under his probing stare. She knew the changes in her body that marked the years. And she was not just older, she was long out of practice. For years, sex hadn’t even been a factor in her life.
“I’m almost middle-aged, Luke.” A blush of embarrassment crept up her cheeks. She tried hard to sound matter of fact. “Not the younger woman you took to bed so long ago. And I haven’t… I mean, I didn’t…”
God, she was making a mess out of this.
“Stop.” Luke kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, the corners of her mouth. “You are exactly the woman I want.” He chuckled. “And I understand sex is like riding a bicycle. You never forget.”
In an instant, he was out of his own clothes. She looked at his body, aware that the years had been good to him. Grey spattered the crisp hair dusting his chest, but it was just as rich and tantalizing. He was thicker with age, but not heavier, and the thickness was more appealing than the younger, thinner Luke. And his erection. Oh, yes. There was definitely nothing wrong with that.
It rose, full and proud, from the nest of curls at his groin. It was still thick and swollen, still with the darkened head, the cock of a much younger man. Immediately her pussy responded, the scent of her musk so strong she could smell it herself.
He trailed his fingers over her arms, his lips tracing a path along her collarbone. He licked here and there, tasting, tasting. Every place he touched her sparked with need, with desire. He pressed close to her and the heated thickness of his cock branded itself against her flesh.
His mouth found hers again, feeding from it as he moved his hands to her bra, tossing it aside and taking the weight of her breasts in his warm palms. He brushed her nipples again with his thumbs, pressing lightly before rubbing gently back and forth. Desire exploded within her, hot and wild. She met his tongue with her own and followed him in the steps of the seductive dance.
His hands moved everywhere, touching her back, her waist, her hips, the curve of her ass. He slid his fingers into the scrap of silk that passed for a thong and sank them into the cleft in her buttocks. The tip of one finger found the tight ring of her anus. Julia tensed against the intrusion but Luke continued to kiss her as if he wanted nothing more than to keep his mouth fused to hers. On an exhalation of breath, she relaxed.
He’d taken her this way only the one time, but the memory of it always shot a bolt of lust through her. Wherever she was, whatever she was doing when she thought of it, her cream immediately soaked her panties and the walls of her pussy would quiver with need. As his finger circled the tight opening, she moaned and pressed herself against him.
“I need you in bed,” he gasped, tearing his mouth from hers.
Releasing her for a moment, he deftly stripped back the covers. He followed her down, stretching out next to her, cradling her in one arm as he explored her with the other. He touched her reverently with his lean fingers, relearning every inch of her body.
Slowly he circled her nipples, feeling the tips harden at once and her breasts swell. He ran his hands over her skin, his cock flexing against her thigh as he touched each hot, secret place.
“You are so much better now.” He murmured the words, his mouth at her ear, nipping the soft flesh of the lobe with his teeth. “You intoxicate me.”
Julia lay with her eyes closed, reveling in the feel of his hands on her. She didn’t know what she had expected. Maybe a paler, weaker version of the nights they’d once shared. But she could feel heat building in her with a greater intensity than she’d ever known. As Luke drifted his hand lower, she parted her thighs automatically, giving him greater access.
The years rolled away. The remembered feel of his hands on her, in her, came surging back. Her nerve endings were rioting, her hips thrusting against fingers touching her so intimately, rasping the inner wall of her sheath. With his thumb, he unerringly found the nub of her sex. Just the touch of the calloused skin sent rockets through her body.
She forgot to be self-conscious, forgot to be nervous, forgot everything except the sensations rocketing through her. Fourteen years of separation, of denial, made her frantic to feel him inside her.
With his fingers, he probed the slippery flesh of
