KEIFER POV
The door slammed shut behind them before I even realized I'd kicked it closed, my hands already tangled in Jay's hair as I backed her against the wall.
Four years of separation dissolved in the space between one ragged breath and the next.
"Still bite your lip like that when you're nervous," I murmured against her mouth, feeling the familiar little dent in her lower lip with my tongue.
Jay gasped as my knee slid between her thighs. "Not nervous," she lied, arching into me.
"Just remembering how you always—oh god—always talk too much."
My laugh was dark as I pinned her wrists above her head. "And you always lie too easily."
My teeth grazed her collarbone, savoring the hitch in her breath. "Tell me you didn't dream about this."
"Maybe once or twice," Jay taunted, twisting free to sink her nails into my shoulders.
"Liar." I caught her mouth again, swallowing her moan as my hands slid under her shirt.
The taste of her—still that same stolen-cherry-lipgloss-and-summer-night combo—nearly undid me .
"Four fucking years," I growled against her neck, "and you still fit against me like—"
"—like I was made for it?" Jay finished, rolling her hips against me with deliberate friction.
Keifer's control snapped. "Christ, yes."
My mouth crashed down on hers, a kiss that was less about affection and more about pure, undiluted claim.
It was a battle of tongues and teeth, a desperate relearning of a language they'd both tried to forget.
My fingers made quick, urgent work of the buttons on her blouse, the soft pop-pop-pop a tiny symphony against the harsh sound of their breathing.
The fabric fell open and I shoved it from her shoulders, my calloused palms scraping over the delicate lace of her bra.
"Look at you," I breathed, my voice thick with awe and want.
I dipped my head, my mouth hot and wet through the lace, suckling the peak of her breast until she cried out, her back bowing off the wall.
The sensation was a lightning strike—a sharp, sweet jolt of pleasure-pain that made her knees buckle.
I held her up effortlessly, one strong arm banded around her waist.
"Keifer..." My name was a plea on her lips.
"I know, baby. I know."
I unclasped her bra with a practiced flick of my wrist, and it joined her blouse on the floor.
His hands, those damnable, knowing hands, cupped her bare breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples until they were tight, aching buds.
I lowered my head again, this time my tongue leaving one peak, then the other, in long, slow strokes that had her writhing against me.
Every flick, every suck was a direct line to the molten heat pooling low in her belly.
My hands travelled south, over the quivering plane of her stomach, and hooked into the waistband of her jeans.
The button gave way.
The zipper hissed down.
I broke the kiss, my dark eyes holding hers as he dropped to his knees.
The sight of me there, looking up at her with that raw hunger, made her breath catch.
I peeled her jeans and panties down her legs in one fluid motion, leaving her bare and exposed to my searing gaze.
I didn't move, just let my eyes roam over every inch of her, devouring her with a look that felt more intimate than any touch.
"Still so fucking perfect," I growled, the words vibrating against the inside of her thigh as I pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss there.
I nudged her legs wider, and the first touch of my tongue was like a spark to tinder.
Jay's head fell back against the wall with a thud, a broken moan tearing from her throat.
I didn't tease for long.
I was relentless, my tongue tracing the very core of her, finding a rhythm that was utterly, devastatingly familiar.
I licked into her, deep and slow, then focused on the sensitive bundle of nerves, swirling and sucking until she was mindless, her fingers clutching at my hair, her hips moving frantically against my mouth.
"Right there... please..." she begged, her words slurring into a gasp.
I hummed against her, the vibration sending another shockwave of pleasure through her.
She could feel the orgasm building, a tight, coiling pressure threatening to shatter her.
Just as she was about to fall, I pulled back, leaving her trembling on the precipice.
"Not yet," I whispered, my voice ragged.
I surged to my feet, my own need evident in the hard line of my jeans.
I made quick work of my clothes, stripping until I was as naked as she was.
I reached for her, pulling her flush against me.
Skin on skin.
The feeling was electric, a dizzying, full-body shock that made her whimper.
I walked her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed and they tumbled onto it in a tangle of limbs.
I settled between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, slick with her arousal and my own ministrations.
I held himself there, just for a moment, my forehead pressed to hers, their breath mingling.
"Look at me, Jay," I commanded, my voice low and strained. "I want to see you."
Her eyes fluttered open, locking with mine.
The intensity in my gaze was almost too much to bear.
It held four years of anger, and longing, and a truth they'd never voiced.
I pushed inside.
A ragged groan was torn from my chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated need.
I stayed buried to the hilt, letting her adjust, letting them both feel the overwhelming rightness of it.
"Jay," I choked out, the single syllable laden with everything.
Then I began to move.
It wasn't gentle.
It was raw and hungry and desperate.
Each deep, driving thrust was a punctuation mark to their four years apart.
Each withdrawal was a reminder of the emptiness, each powerful surge back in a promise of satisfaction.
She met my thrust for thrust, her nails scoring my back, her legs wrapping tightly around my hips to pull me even deeper.
The room filled with the sounds of their coupling—skin slapping against skin, their ragged gasps, the creak of the bedsprings.
I shifted slightly, angling my hips, and on the next thrust, I hit a spot deep inside her that made her see stars.
"There!" she cried out, her eyes squeezing shut as pleasure, sharp and blinding, ripped through her.
"Open your eyes," I demanded, my rhythm never faltering. "Look at me when you come."
She forced her eyes open, her vision blurry with unshed tears of ecstasy.
My gaze was locked on hers, dark and possessive and blazing with a fire that mirrored the one consuming her from the inside out.
I drove into her again, hitting that perfect spot over and over until she couldn't hold on any longer.
The climax crashed over her, a violent, shuddering wave that tore a scream from her lungs.
Her entire body convulsed around me, milking my length, pulling me deeper into the vortex of her pleasure.
Feeling her clench around me was my undoing.
With a guttural roar, I plunged into her one last time, my own release erupting in hot, pulsing waves.
I collapsed beside her, breathless, the weight of the moment pressing down on us both.
I kissed her forehead gently, a promise hidden in the touch.
"Let's rest," I whispered.
She nodded, and together we drifted into sleep—wrapped in warmth, tangled in sheets, hearts finally at peace.
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