They knew exactly what they wanted from
each other.
Deck pulled Callie close and kissed her. Heat and relief
surged through him. It was the same and different at once.
Familiar and new. Just as strong, but more certain.
How the hell had this happened? Deck was foggy on exactly
what had led to him holding Caalie in his arms, taking her
soft mouth, but he wasn’t sorry. He’d started
it. He knew that. Something about seeing her again, the past
so fresh between them.
He’d meant to comfort her, but had lost control, and
now her breasts were pressed against his chest, his cock
was hard against her belly, and her sweet tongue was in hot
pursuit of his own.
He took her ass in both hands, yanking her tight against
him. She moaned, trembling as she had all those years ago,
but she wrapped her legs around his waist, telling him what
she wanted.
He felt the hot drive to be inside her, making her come,
coming himself.
“Deck,” she said, pulling back. “What
are we doing?”
He tried to halt the free fall. “You want to stop?”
Maybe we should.” She bit her lip, shivered. “But
I don’t want to.”
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