“I want to take your nipples into my mouth one at a time and suck until you are begging for mercy.”

“Then do it,” she challenged me, and I did love a good challenge.

If I wanted, she’d let me fuck her right here on the kitchen counter. Right now. And, damn, did I want to be inside her body again. I had to know if the sex was as epic between us as I remembered or if my mind had built it up over the years into something it wasn’t.

“Let’s fuck right now.”

She didn’t protest, so I kept kissing her, revving up the passion quotient in both of us, until I thought I’d explode. I rubbed my hard cock against her, but dry humping wasn’t enough. It’d never been enough as teenagers. I needed more, and I wasn’t sure how much more would satisfy my craving for her and only her.

I’d felt this same way the first night we’d met, and the chemistry between us had exploded, and there’d been no turning back. We fucked every chance we got, and right now, I felt like a horny teenage boy once again. Only she wasn’t that teenage girl I’d known. She’d probably learned quite a few moves since them, and I was dying to have her try them out on me.

I yanked her sweater over her head, and she lifted her arms to help. I tossed it to the tiled floor. Her bra followed it a few seconds later. I held her at arm’s length for a few seconds, allowing my hungry gaze to drink in her beautiful body. Despite having had twins, she looked fucking great. Her body wasn’t the slender body of a teenager, but curvier and hotter if you asked me.

Bending my head, I slid my tongue across her nipple, pinching the other at the same time. Her breasts were bigger than I remembered, and I enjoyed every mouthful. She moaned, low and deep.

I ran my palm down her stomach to the fly on her jeans and flicked open the button. The sound of the zipper being pulled downward must have alerted her. She pushed on my chest and struggled against me. I stopped, still holding her against me. I didn’t want to let her go.

“Easton,” she panted against my neck, “the kids. I have to pick them up from school.”

Somehow her words penetrated my foggy, lust-crazed brain. I backed a few steps away, and she skittered past me, picked up her sweater and bra, and sprinted down the hall. A few seconds later, the bathroom door slammed.

With a sigh, I glanced longingly down the hall. I debated on going after her, but doing so would only increase my frustration. The kids came first. I gathered my things and let myself out. The most I would get tonight was a cold shower, but I had my answer. There would be more times like this one, and we wouldn’t stop until we were both satisfied.