Shaking my head, I hold his gaze when I speak. “I’m not going to regret it. I could never regret anything with you. That doesn’t mean everything is all better, because it’s not, and it doesn’t mean I won’t have questions, because I will, and it doesn’t mean I’m not still hurt, because I am—and I probably will be for a while. But I could never regret a single moment with you, Stone.”

His eyes get misty before he closes them and kisses me. Just like before, there’s no urgency in the kiss—sweet, soft brushes of his lips, long, slow strokes of his tongue. My mind blanks and my body lights up like a Christmas tree when he presses the bottom half of his body against mine, his long, hard cock rubbing along my equally hard length.

I can’t help the gasp that comes out or the way my back arches as I thrust up, trying to maintain the friction I’m dying for. My body is thrumming for him, vibrating with a need so strong, I may combust.

Wrapping my arms around him, I rake my nails up and down his taut, muscled back, loving the feeling of him trembling under my hands. His lips leave mine and work their way down my throat toward my chest, flicking his tongue across my nipple before grazing his teeth over it. I bite down on my lip and throw my head back. The feeling of his mouth on my body is sublime, especially when his hands trail lower, dancing around my waist.

His mouth catches up to his hands, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the visible part of my V. Then he licks a hot, wet line along my waistband before hooking his fingers underneath, tugging them down. An icy-hot wave races through my body as my cock springs free.

Face flushed, his gaze travels up to meet mine, eyes almost black as his pupils swallow his irises. His hair, which seems to be almost dry now, hangs in his face in natural waves. My fingers thread through the thick strands, tugging lightly as he starts to speak.

“I’ve missed you,” he admits, pressing his lips to my thigh. “So much.” Another kiss.

The sincerity in his tone is staggering, and it has raw emotion burning the back of my throat. I’ve spent many, many nights desperately wishing to hear him say those words. Wishing I could feel his hands on my body again. Now that it’s happening, it doesn’t seem real. Like at any point, I’ll wake up and realize it had all been a dream.

Realize he had been a dream.