I closed the door, my hands trembling. His kiss had left me breathless and shaky. It had left me wanting more, so much more.

I slumped against the door, my knees weak, as I tried to make sense of it all.

How could I be so upset with him and want him so badly, all at the same time?

My body pulsed with desire for him. It was as if my skin remembered his touch, as if my lips remembered his kiss, as if my fingers remembered every inch of his skin. It was as if nothing had changed. My arms longed to welcome him, to wrap around him, to pull him into the deepest corners of my soul.

But I could never do that.

I shook my head and headed to the kitchen. Billy wouldn’t arrive home for a few hours and I had a rare moment to myself. The bottle of wine on my kitchen counter was calling my name. I needed something, anything, to mask the intense yearning that was taking over my senses.

I’d just taken my first sip when the doorbell rang.

I walked over and opened the door to see Toby standing there, a look of hunger in his eyes. In a flash, he stepped forward and put his arm around my waist, pulling me close.

“Toby,” I whispered, my eyes wide as he kissed me again, his kiss now passionate, hot, demanding. I moaned, melting under him, everything I’d felt earlier rushing back all at once, overwhelming me with pure desire for him.

I wanted him so badly that suddenly, nothing else mattered.

The past didn’t matter.

The present didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered except for his kiss, his lips, his heat, his hands…

“I need you, Haley,” he said, tearing his lips from mine, his voice husky with desire, his stormy eyes crashing into mine. “I know none of this makes sense. It doesn't make sense to me, either. All I know is I can’t go on without having you again.”

I nodded slowly, speechless.

A slow smile spread across his lips and then his lips crashed into mine again, his fiery kisses sending explosive shocks of pleasure rippling through me.

I kissed him back, all the years of yearning, the questions, the pain…wrapped up in our kiss as he bent down and swept me off my feet.

He closed the door behind him and tore his lips from mine again.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he growled.

“That way,” I said, nodding my head toward the hallway. “Last door at the end.”

His lips pressed against mine once more as he gently laid me down on the bed.

I pushed away all thoughts of resistance, pushed away every bit of common sense, silencing the little voice inside of me that told me this was wrong.

Instead, I drank him in — every delicious inch of him as he undressed above me, slowly revealing his rippling muscles.

His body was like a classic masterpiece I’d seen a million times in pictures, in my memories, in magazines, but seeing it again now, an intoxicating cocktail of new and old, his man’s body a stark contrast to the growing teenaged boy I’d known so long ago….it took my breath away.

His broad chest was sprinkled with dark hair that trailed down his abs, a tiny tuft of hair leading down to his pulsing treasure. I gasped as he pushed his boxers down, his enormous cock springing into view. I swallowed hard as I looked back into his eyes, the storm brewing there turning dark and tumultuous as he came closer to me.

Years of history churned in his gaze. I shuddered in anticipation of his touch, laying back on the bed, I stared up at him as he hovered over me. He reached down with a hungry growl, unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it over my shoulders. He reached down, skillfully unclasping my bra. It fell away, exposing my heaving, hungry breasts.

“Toby…” I whispered, a wisp of uncertainty surfacing.

“Shh,” he said, silencing me with a kiss. I melted beneath him, his hands running over my curves. I shivered at his touch, pleasure pulsing through me.

His hands moved to my skirt, pulling it down over my thighs impatiently.

Exposed, naked, wearing nothing but my black lace panties, he looked down at me. His eyes raged with hunger as he placed his palm against my center. My heart pounded in my chest at the heat of his touch.

His warm hand moved up my stomach, the fingers gingerly trailing up, caressing my breasts sensuously.

He kissed me hard, his kiss growing urgent, demanding. I moaned below him, raising my hips towards him, my body igniting with desire.

I wanted it all. I wanted him inside me. Just one more time, I needed to feel him.

To remember.

As he kissed me deeply, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

He growled, his voice rumbling through me. I stroked him as he slipped his hand into my panties, rubbing his fingers against my wetness. I moaned as I pressed up towards him.

“Toby…” I whispered, the sparks between us igniting something wild within me.

He leaned back, staring into my eyes, sliding the panties down over my thighs.

“Haley, I can’t stop, once I start,” he said, shaking his head, his stormy eyes questioning me now.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered urgently, letting my thighs fall open, welcoming him.

A slow, sexy smile spread across his handsome face and my breath caught, his sheer, raw beauty cutting right through me. My nipples hardened, my stomach fluttering as his hands ran over my thighs, his huge fingers pushing my legs apart. Slowly, he lowered his head, his smiling eyes glued to mine. The heat of his breath hit my quivering center, followed by the smooth velvety slide of his tongue. I shuddered beneath him as pulled the pleasure from my body, his mouth working against me with purpose and precision. My fingers tangled in his soft hair, pulling him closer, my thighs wrapping around his shoulders, my hips flailing and thrashing wildly until I cried out into the darkness of my bedroom, waves of rippling pleasure sending me crashing over the edge. I shivered, shaking and trembling in the wake of it all.

He slid up my body, the storm in his eyes raging with darkness. I opened my mouth, welcoming the passionate invasion of his tongue. My thighs wrapped around his hips as his throbbing hardness slid inside of me smoothly.

It was like coming home.

He was everything I remembered.

His musky smell, the way his body moved against me, the sounds that came from his perfect lips that I’d kissed a thousand times.

I melted below him, his rhythmic thrusts so familiar, so perfect. His body fit mine as if they were made for each other, sliding together as one, just as they’d easily done so many years ago.

It was as if all the time hadn’t passed. As if our bodies clicked together, melting away all the pain, the distance, the absence.

“My god, Haley,” he growled, thrusting deeper, his cock filling me with sweet familiarity. I wrapped myself around him, my arms, my thighs, my pussy, my mouth, my fingers running over his skin, memorizing and remembering, all at once.

His thrusts turned harder, faster, hungrier, his hips flying against me urgently, his kiss demanding more and more, until we moved together, running towards the edge together, desperately hurtling towards the darkness.

He grabbed my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, as he pushed into me forcefully. His eyes peered into the darkest depths of my own as he gasped for breath, his cock exploding deep inside of me, the heat of his pleasure shooting fireworks of ecstasy straight to the center of my body.