Strong arms encircled her from behind. She breathed in the
lemongrass and musky smell of him, her heart thumping.
"You've been gone too long." he breathed in her ear.
She felt as if electricity coursed from her sensitive
lobe and sizzled through her body. Her lungs trapped her
breath and took it hostage. Was there anything more amazing
than being held by the man you loved?
She turned and put her arms around his neck. In an
instant, his breath quickened, his blue eyes searing hers
before he crushed her against him.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world." His voice was low,
throaty. "Remember what you said earlier, about feeling like
a monster?"
She nodded, burying her face in the firm planes of his
chest. Why would he bring that up when things felt so romantic?
He tipped her chin and held her gaze. "Please don't say
that again. Don't even think it. You're imperfect. Flawed, a
little scarred, but stronger now in a way that makes you the
most beautiful woman I've ever met. Inside and out. I
wouldn't want you any other way."
It was the most incredible thing anyone had ever said to
her. Did she deserve it? An image of Bill came to mind. She
could almost picture him giving her a thumbs–up.
Before she had another moment to think, he captured her
lips with a kiss so intense it was bruising. Her thundering
blood deafened her and her shallow breathing rolled out like
a low tide. He tasted like salt and fire as his mouth
slanted across hers. She buried her hands in his thick hair,
drawing him closer still.
His mouth left hers and traveled along her cheekbone.
She could feel the erratic beat of his heart against her
chest. His arms held her tight, as if he never meant to let
her go. She rained kisses on his neck, his jaw and finally
on his lips.
Suddenly, an aching tenderness replaced their earlier
frenzy. They needed to explore, to know each other. When he
returned her kiss, his hand stole into her hair and wound
her tresses with his fingers. Their kisses deepened slowly,
softly, the intensity growing between them once more...a
single match that had ignited a blaze.
She knew he was strong, but it still surprised her how
easily he carried her to the living room settee and laid her
down gently on the scattered pillows. His body slid over
hers in one smooth gesture. She inhaled his breath as their
mouths moved against each other, every kiss drawn out now,
lingering, exploring. Her hands drifted over his back then
rose to his shoulders and the muscles of his arms.
At last, he drew himself up on his elbows. Now he was
looking down at her, and his expression had changed in the
flickering light, his blue eyes darkened to indigo. The
rawness of his open, vulnerable expression undid her.
Warmth overflowed her heart, filling up the cracks and
wounds she'd held inside. She sighed and buried her hands in
the thick strands at the nape of his neck. How had this
miracle happened? It seemed beyond imagining, beyond
wishing. Yet here she was, with him, the only person who'd
made her feel complete. Whole. As if she deserved this
moment with him.
