Page 48 of Passing Notes
I set her down and offered my hand.
She shook her head and whipped off her tank top, tossing it in my face with a grin before turning to dart toward my staircase, kicking her black, high-heeled cowgirl boots off on the way.
“Game on.” Chuckling, I ran after her, kicking off my own shoes and shucking my shirt to toss it over my head as I met her at the base of the stairs. Memories of how we used to be together burst in my mind like fireworks.
Once we’d given up our virginity to each other, we couldn’t get enough. All we did was fuck and make plans to sneak off together so we could fuck some more. We were obsessed with each other’s bodies and the various ways we could make each other feel good.
We’d lie beneath the stars, in the back of my truck or at the back of her mother’s farm on a blanket in one of the lavender fields, making love and making plans. We talked about how lucky we were to have each other, and everything we’d do when we had the freedom to make our own choices.
It seemed she was still the wild, uninhibited girl I used to know and love; it was just hidden beneath years of hurt and disappointment—same as me.
“Baby, wait for me,” I called out. “Slow down, we have all night...”
“Forget slow, I made up my mind. I want you.” She’d already tossed her bra down the stairs by the time I caught up to her.
I wasn’t going to debate her further. “Okay, then these jeans need to be off.” I hooked my fingers into her belt loops and hauled her close until those perfect, rosy-tipped tits of hers flattened against my chest. I felt her nipples pebble against me, and I groaned against her mouth before placing a kiss there.
“You first.” With a flick of her fingers, she undid my jeans and reached inside to free my cock, rubbing her thumb across the tip and making me groan. “Do you taste as good as I remember?”
“God, Clara, I wanted to?—”
“You’ll get what you want, Nick. Don’t you worry about that.” Her knees hit the floor in front of me and a huge smile unfurled across her face right before she darted her tongue out to lick the tip of my cock.
“My god, baby. You’ll make me finish before we even get started. I’m halfway there already.” Before she could get a chance to take me fully into her mouth, I lifted her up with my hands beneath her arms. “You’re coming first. I’ll be down for the count the second you get those pretty red lips on me.”
“If you insist.” She kicked off her jeans, stepping out of them to leave her in nothing but a black lacy thong, the sight of which almost made my eyes pop out of my head.
A hot ache grew in my throat as I took her in. “Fuck, Clara. You’re even more beautiful than I remembered. I can’t believe I’m touching you again. I can’t believe you’re really here.” My hands slid across her hips before one hand slipped to the small of her back while the other caressed up her spine and cupped the back of her neck. I pulled her back into me and kissed the top of her head. “I used to dream of you, Clara,” I whispered, my breath ruffling the waves of silken blond against my neck. “There were so many nights I’d lie in bed thinking about you, wondering where you were, if you were okay, and if you missed me as much as I was missing you.”
“I did miss you.” She pulled back, her mouth curving with tenderness as she wrapped her arms around my neck and gazed up at me. “I’d cry myself to sleep sometimes over you, Nick. No one ever made me feel the way you did.” She reached for my hand on her neck and placed it in the center of her chest, over her heart. “You’re the only one who ever got in here, where it truly matters. I know that now. I’ve only ever felt like this with you.”
My chest filled with feelings I’d long since thought were gone forever. “I could fall for you again. Hell, I think I already have...”
Smiling to herself, she ran her hands into my hair, giving it a tug. “Kiss me.”
My thoughts filtered back to our very first kiss and the way it had felt to finally feel like I had somewhere to belong again after my dad died and my family turned to shit.
The memory remained pure, unsullied by the hurt from losing her or the passage of time as years and distance had piled up between us.
We’d started off with a sweet, spontaneous kiss at the edge of the bleachers where she’d hidden out to watch me play in my first home game as Green Valley High’s quarterback. And now, here we were, together in my home. And I couldn’t help but think that this is where we had always belonged.
I sealed my lips to hers. She was so soft with her sweet little whimpers and sexy little moans. I swallowed them down to keep with the rest of the memories of the way we used to be together. It had been years since I’d felt like this—wanted for who I really was and not for what someone wished I would be.
She was like heaven in my arms. She was everything I’d ever wanted.
How had I forgotten how this felt?
How had I managed to live without her for all this time?
I was beyond hard for her. I needed her right now more than I had ever needed anything in my entire life. The primal urge to shove inside her body and insist that she was mine—only mine, always mine—was almost impossible to fight.
My hands roamed over her ass, behind her thighs. I lifted her up, smiling when she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I felt her hot, wet heat press tight against my abs as I walked us down the hall.
My room was dark as pitch. Blindly, I reached out to flick the light on. I had to see her. I needed all my senses filled with nothing but her.
When I reached the edge of my bed, I set her down, dropped to one knee in order to slide that sexy-as-hell thong down her thighs, and licked my lips.
“Do you taste as good as I remember, baby?”