This night's fantasies birthed this🙂

“Can I tell you a secret?” I request, running my hands up his body and stopping at his chest.

I can feel his heart pounding. I wonder if he can tell how fast he makes mine beat.

CJ gazes at my smiling lips, slides his hand along my jaw, and gives me that beautiful, charming grin of his. He bends closer, and closer, until he’s asking, “Yeah. What’s that, darlin’?” right against my mouth.

Eyes closed, I start to tell him that I’ve always wanted it, since that very first shot of tequila, but then his tongue touches my lower lip, and I don’t know who groans first, him or me. But it’s CJ jerking me against him and gripping my hair and growling, “God, I’ve missed this sweet fucking mouth,” before he kisses me just like he did that first time on the sand and underneath the stars.

Desperate. Hard, hot, deep, need this, fuck, need this now, kisses.

And I’m lost, caught up in the feel of his hands in places he hasn’t touched in months and his mouth, expertly devouring, it makes me crazy. I want him. I want this man more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. It’s beyond desire at this point. It’s beyond anything I’ve ever felt.

I tear at his clothes, whipping his belt loose and unfastening his jeans. I...