When he squeezed, the sexiest moan he’d ever heard evoked a memory. He knew that voice. He pinched the other nipple and the sound was even louder, the memory even clearer. Mia. His eyes shot open and his breath left him at the sight of her smiling down at him. Ethan quickly took in the situation. Mia straddled his stomach, naked like she always should be in his bed, her wet heat feeling so wonderful against his skin. Her body still felt the same, looked the same. Just like he remembered. “Hi,” he said, his hands on her back, pulling her closer to him. When she responded like always, his heart soared. His girl was back with him. “Hi,” she replied, a soft smile touching her face. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed to kiss her. Running his hand up her back to her neck, he pulled her to him, their lips finally touching after two very long years. It wasn’t enough. Needing more, he cupped her face, angling her just right and delved right back in, his tongue exploring deep.
