“I used to make you scream. In fact, I loved it when you screamed out my name.”

I’d loved it, too, but I wasn’t telling him what he already knew. “I don’t scream anymore.”

“Let me see what I can do about that.”

“I’m mad at you.”

“Makeup sex is the best.”

“Do you have an answer for every argument I come up with?”

“Yup.” He grinned at me. One of his large hands stroked my arm. His eyes shone with affection and desire. “I haven’t slept with anyone since you called me that first time.”

“No one?”

“No one measures up to you.”

I’d had the same problem, but out of respect to Mark, I didn’t voice my opinions. “Kiss me.”

He did, starting soft and careful and growing to roughly demanding with a good dose of need. Rolling me onto my back, he continued his sweet assault on my mouth. I slid my hands under his shirt and reveled in the warm skin under my fingertips. The muscles in his back flexed as his hands and mouth moved down my body, exploring and touching. He started with my jaw and neck and my collarbone. Soon, my sweater was pushed upward and over my head. I leaned forward and lifted my arms to help him. He pulled off his shirt and tossed both of them aside.

“Easton,” I groaned as his mouth settled on the swell of my breast. He unhooked the back of my bra with none of the fumbling of the teenage Easton. This Easton was a man with much more experience, and he was familiar yet different.

He slid his tongue around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth, as I moaned and writhed underneath him. He thumbed my other nipple, pressing and pinching gently. His touch sent shockwaves through my body. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed this. Missed him.

Then he was gone. The absence of his weight left me cold and shivering, a void only he could fill.

“I’m sorry. I’m not going to be able to do much in the way of foreplay this time. I have to have you.” He kicked off his shoes and yanked off his pants and underwear. I smiled as I saw his erection, knowing it was all for me. He peeled the remainder of my clothes off me and fished a condom from his pocket.

“You came prepared?” I arched my back, not the least bit modest regarding my current nakedness. He’d seen me before, and he’d see me again. No doubt about that. I spread my legs, waiting for him, as I opened my mouth and ran my tongue around my lips while staring pointedly at his cock.

His grinned down at me. “You’ll get your chance, but I have to fuck you first. I don’t think I would be able to hold out for much else tonight.”

“We can take it slow later.” I reached for him, and he came to me. His handsome face flooded with emotions I didn’t dare to interpret. Right now, right here, he was mine, and I was his. Tomorrow was tomorrow, and for now it didn’t matter. We mattered. We’d always mattered, even through those years we’d been apart.