I pushed away from the wall to put my hands on her waist, rolling my hips forward against her as I made love to her with my mouth. A duel of our tongues clashing as she matched me stroke for out-of-control stroke.

I’d been chasing this feeling since Aruba, never able to get close. And all it took was her mouth to have me blissed out of my mind.

She moaned my name before dragging her lips over my stubbled jawline. Angling her head, she leaned closer and my eyes damn near rolled back as she kissed my neck.

Her hands shifted to the front of my shirt, and she worked her palms over my heated skin. I was dying to do the same, but her arms were blocking my ability to get to her stomach and breasts.

We may have been at my parents’ house, and we’d had the day of all damn days, but sense and sensafuckability were officially out the window with her body tight against mine and her mouth settling back on my lips.

Slow, lazy sweeps of her tongue had me growing lightheaded. The power this woman had over me was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

“Juliette.”

“Mm-hmm?” The sound coasted between our mouths, and I captured it with my tongue.

“I want to make love to you for every hour, day, and month you were supposed to have been mine.”

“I—I want that, too.” So why the break in her voice? Why the hitch of uncertainty I picked up on?

“What’s wrong?” My overthinking brain intervened and took over.

Her hands continued to wander. From my chest to my arms. Shoulders to my back. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

I pulled back at that, and the wobble in her bottom lip would destroy me. “Tell me.” I waited for her to look me in the eyes.

“Not sure if this is the time or place.” She kept her voice soft and full of uncertainty.

“I don’t think a right time, right place will ever exist for the things we’ve been sharing.” At least when it came to me spilling my guts to her.

“Are you sure?”

“I can’t leave this room until you tell me.” I made myself as clear as possible with that.

She sucked in her bottom lip, which was already swollen from how fiercely we’d lost control with each other.

I had to do better, be better, and slow down next time. I let go of her and raced my thumb along the line of her quivering lips.

She caught my thumb with her tongue, then waited for my hand to return to her waist before sharing, “I didn’t date for a long time after Colin was born. I just couldn’t bring myself to be interested in anyone, and when I did, no one ever felt right, you know?”