Being in Roan’s arms again feels unreal. I want to pinch myself to wake up.

This can’t be real, can it?

His short hair is soft between my fingertips, reminding me of how it felt all those years ago. His hands roam my body while his cock grows insistent between my legs. I don’t care that we are in the middle of nowhere. I’d let him take me right here, right now.

“We can’t do this,” he says. His words don’t touch the inferno inside me.

“Yes, we can.” I continue on and bravely begin to fumble with the button of his jeans. But he clenches my wrist in his firm grip and says, “No, I mean here.”

“I can’t wait any longer.”

“You have to.”

“Please,” I beg him and peck his lips. He kisses me back, and I do it again and again, each time he returns the gesture, sending a tiny spark into the air above the inferno that is still raging. I get what he’s saying. He means out here in the open, but I don’t care, it’s dark, and I don’t want to wait a second longer.

This is what I’ve wanted for so long. He grips my hips in his strong hands as I’m straddling his body. The strength of them pulls an indulgent noise from my lips a split second before I lean down and smash my lips against his once more.

“Please,” I whisper, softly nibbling on his bottom lip. He tosses his head back and reaches between us, unbuttoning his pants. I can’t see what he is doing, but I can feel it, and when he takes my hand and wraps it around his cock again, I remember every detail of his hard shaft, and it causes me to scoot off him. Kneeling between his legs, I don’t waste a second, sucking and swallowing as much of him as I can.

His hand knots into my hair with a tight grip pushing and pulling me along with my movements. Each thrust of him against my mouth makes my pussy clench.

Fuck, I want him.

“God, I love your mouth,” he grumbles and then pulls me off him. I stare up at him, panting, wanting more. I know my eyes are full of lust as his hands lift me to a standing position. Immediately, his hands find the button on my pants. He flicks it open, and then I shimmy, helping him work them down. My jeans are still bunched around my ankles when he pulls me toward him, my knees touching the rough wooden bench as he spreads my pussy wide open, rubbing back and forth across my sex with his skilled fingers. The friction makes me shudder, and I feel like I could collapse.

“I don’t have a condom,” he says. Neither do I, but I’m on the pill and haven’t been with anyone in so long that I know I’m clean four times over.

“I don’t want to use one,” I tell him.

“Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You on the pill?”

“Yes.” With the one simple word, he pulls me down onto him. His body is so warm against mine that I want to blend into it. My feet are bound together by my jeans, and our thighs are skin to skin. But nothing compares to the feeling of him inside me . . . again.

God, what I’d do to be completely naked with Roan.

My daydream breaks when the head of his very stout shaft presses against me just where I need it. I move slowly, trying to cherish this moment. Roan’s dick throbs inside of me, causing me to moan loudly, and he clamps a hand over my mouth. I stare down at him, the moonlight barely illuminating his face as I try to get a read on what he’s thinking. But all I can see in the reflection of his dark, alluring eyes is myself.

“No noises,” he whispers, and I nod. He lets go of my mouth and together—frozen—we just sit. His cock is pulsating, making me wild. I need him to move. I need to feel what it’s like to be with Roan again. So I start to arch my body up and down as he matches my movements, filling me so completely I could cry.

God, I’ve missed this.

My body buzzes with intemperance, and he pulls my lips to his, kissing me, a tender yet powerful connection. I don’t think there is anything better than the feeling of his mouth on mine and his dick inside me. I whine, clenching his shaft with my pussy muscles as my orgasm knocks on my door.

His hands slide to my ass cheeks, and he takes both of them in his palms.

“Harder,” I whisper, and he spreads me wider, slamming me just the way I love. Just the way he did all those years ago. I fight my orgasm with everything I have, but it’s a lost cause. It crashes over and through me, hard and soft and violent all at once. Moaning into his neck as every single muscle in my body tenses, I ride the orgasm. Roan doesn’t stop what he’s doing. He continues stroking and fucking me like only he knows how, and I fall far from this world. On my way out, I’m rewarded with a little more satisfaction as I feel him come inside me. Connecting our bodies in a way I never dreamed would be possible again.