The touch of his lips, the taste of his tongue, his hands moving over her. Ashleigh felt the fires of her body igniting with a flash. Every part of her awakened, remembering him, longing to be kissed and caressed by his warm lips and strong hands.
It had been five years since she felt this way—five years of yearning for him, dreaming of him, missing him. Five years of memories replayed, special places visited, words spoken into the night sky, wishing he could hear her.
Time had moved forward. Their families, their packs, everything had moved forward. Even she, eventually, had to move forward.
But the feelings, sensations, and hunger that she had for him. It was all still there, bubbling beneath the surface, waiting for his return.
And now, here he was, in the flesh. His warm lips on hers, his strong hands tracing the curves of her body.
