Dylan didn't lead her to the basement. Instead, once the door closed behind her, he turned the three locks, then pressed her body against the wall with his own. "Trust me when I tell you I find your body unbelievably sexy." He dipped his body down, just enough to rub his hard-on against the spot that caused an instant groan from her. "This is what I've been walking around with the whole two fucking weeks you've been here. You feel that?"

Hailey bit her lip and nodded, her eyes scrunched closed. "I feel it."

Still, she needed to know. To understand. So Dylan took her hand from the side and slid it between the waistband of his boxer briefs and his body until her hand grasped him. "This is what you do to me. What you've always done to me, Hailey. Even when I was terrified by the idea of intimacy, my body couldn't help but react to you.

"You think I haven't touched you because I don't find you as attractive as I used to, but you couldn't be more wrong. Truth is, I want you more now than I ever did before, because now I know what I'm missing, and I know exactly what to do with this body of yours. I know how to touch you. I know how to bring you to climax repeatedly. But the difference between you and the women I've had in my past is that you will not get left by me. Once I have you, I'm keeping you."

Hailey's grasp on his dick firmed, and her hand stroked him. "So have me," she whispered.

His hand that rest over hers in his pants came up, and both palms went to lay flush against the door behind her. Dylan couldn't remember the last time he got off from a handjob, but this was her touch, and he wasn't entirely mentally prepared for what her touch could do to him.

He was supposed to wait. Wait for her mind to heal from the mental torment that piece of shit had put her through. Although Dylan still didn't know the details, her eyes told him all he needed to know. They'd dimmed, no longer sparkling like they had when they first met, or even the way they did at the restaurant when they'd all met for dinner.

Though, as he thought back to that night, those brown eyes of hers weren't sparkling right away. They'd seemed almost dull when he first walked through the door. It wasn't until they'd received their appetizer, giving them enough time to talk and steal glances at one another, that they'd finally found their spark.

At the bar two weeks ago, same thing. By the time Dylan laid down beside her at the end of the night, he could see that small fire flicker in the darkness. It was how Dylan knew it wasn't just his job to protect her, but to bring the woman he'd loved for over ten years back to life.

Dylan's forehead dropped to hers, and let out a grunt as she continued to stroke him in his pants. "Fuck, Hailey."

"Past tense, present tense, future tense," she whispered, just before his mouth took hers.

Dylan didn't hold back as he did last time, because there was no risk of Hailey running away. She was already his heart and soul. All he had left to capture was her body, and showed her exactly what to expect within that hungry, desire-fueled kiss. His kiss was rough, and as much as Dylan told himself to slow down, by the time his tongue dipped into her mouth, slowing down wasn't an option. Gentle wasn't an option. Making love to her with a lover's touch sure as fuck wasn't an option.

So he kissed her with everything he had. His touch devoured her, his teeth nibbled, his mouth sucked her lips in until they plumped and looked throughly kissed.

And as soon as he felt Hailey's free hand tug down his boxers and sweatpants, he knew what was about to happen. What she needed was not only to feel worshipped, but she desperately needed a hard fuck. And after eleven years, he was finally the man who could give her exactly what she needed.

When Hailey added more pressure as she stroked his rock hard dick, Dylan let out a rough groan that caused him to leave her mouth, only to see her body swoop down to the floor when he opened her eyes. She was kneeling down in front of him, looking up as if asking for permission; uncertain of how she was allowed to touch him.

"You can do whatever the hell you want to me, Hailey," Dylan told her. "I'm all. Fucking. Yours."

Her mouth took him in almost completely, despite a slight gag escaping her mouth from the size. Dylan dropped his head back and held hers with both hands, guiding her up and down his length. His eyes squinted shut and he let out a sigh as he relished in the feel of her mouth and hand on him. "Just like that, baby."

His dick grew in her mouth, filling her, and Hailey took it like a pro, seeming as desperate to have him as he was to have her. Her hand worked with conviction at the base while her head bobbed up and down, sucking him hard and picking up speed.

It was clear Hailey needed no guidance from him, as Dylan could already feel himself close to climax. He wanted his first time with her to be with him coming inside her, but if her pussy felt as good as her mouth, he wouldn't have lasted over ten seconds. At least this would give him a way to build up stamina and give him time to enjoy all the ungodly things he could and would do to her body. "So close, Hailey," he hissed out, grabbing her hair and forcing her all the way down his cock.

Dylan hit the back of her throat and came. Hard. So hard he had to watch her swallow twice. Rather than lift her from the floor, Dylan fell to his knees in front of her, cradling her head in his hands once more. "I love you, Hailey. So much, I thought it was going to fucking kill me."

"I love you, too," Hailey admitted for the first time since coming back into his life. "And I should have chosen you the second you asked me to."