“Jesus, Stace… you’re perfect,” he muttered, voice hoarse. There was humor in it, that familiar sarcastic edge even now. “All these years and I’ve been missing out on these?”
I laughed breathlessly, swatting his chest. “Shut up and touch me before I change my mind, idiot.”
He did exactly as I had told him to. His mouth found my neck first, kissing slow and wet, sucking lightly at the spot that always made my toes curl. Then lower, lips closing around one n****e while his fingers rolled the other. I arched into him with a shaky moan, threading my fingers through his hair.
It wasn’t rushed in any way. He took his time with me, like he was memorizing every sound I made, every tremble. His free hand slid down my stomach, popping the button on my jeans but not pushing further yet. Just
