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Authors: K. J. Gillenwater
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somehow, that something like this would happen the minute we stepped into the hotel room.
He removed his jacket, laying it across the bottom of the bed. “Why did you leave me, Suzie?” He asked me, loosening his tie. A flicker of hurt darkened his face for a moment. “Where did you go? I didn’t know how to find you.”
I had no answer for him. Standing there in my bathrobe, I could think of nothing but how handsome he looked and how much pain I’d caused him. We were husband and wife, and I’d vanished into thin air. I wanted to wipe away the fine lines that worry left on his face. Those were indelible marks I had caused.
He growled, “You are my wife.”
I backed away from him and into the night table, this spark of anger scaring me. When he saw me start, he reached for me.
I cried out in surprise. Struggling against the iron grip that held my wrist, the knot on my robe loosened.
He pulled me close.
Though I was afraid, his nearness aroused me. A flush raced through me, prickling but warm. He bent his mouth down to mine and kissed me hard. The familiar taste of his mouth on mine made the years melt away. A spiral of heat grew inside me, and I kissed him back, nibbling on his lips, thrusting my tongue greedily into his mouth. The coals of a fire, almost gone dead, roared back to life. The kiss intensified, like a red-hot brand on cool skin.
A gnawing empty space inside me grew, needing to be filled, needing the touch of skin. I pulled my lips away from his and started unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a tan, hard chest. He quivered at the touch of my hand on the planed expanse of skin.
Joaquin pulled me in closer, my face hidden in his shoulder. “You are mine, querida . Didn’t you know I wouldn’t forget you?” he asked in a whisper.
He kissed my hair, the back of my ear, my throat. I was nineteen again and in love. Reaching up, I touched his face, and he muttered something in Spanish, nudging me toward the bed. He slid his hands up my neck to cradle my face. Hazel eyes scanned mine for a long second, perhaps to find something in them.
He leaned in, kissing me again, his sensual mouth tasting mine. My body was ripe, my limbs tingled in pleasure. I gave in to the ecstasy of the moment.
He pushed me down on the bed and tugged the robe from my body. The heavy material slipped from my shoulders, uncovering my most delicate parts. Girlishly, I tried to pull the edges back together. Joaquin brushed my hands away, drinking in my naked skin, my breasts warm and rosy, my stomach bare and trembling.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against me, kissing each inch of skin he revealed.
Instead of feeling exposed, I bloomed under the heat of his gaze and the touch of his mouth. I was Venus arising from the sea, adored by all who saw me.
Arching my back, I reached again for him, thinking only of quenching the desire burning in me. All the years between us passed in an instant, and I remembered everything about him—the feel of his lips on mine, the coarse hair on his arms brushing across my body, the hardness of his well-sculpted chest against my softness. Familiar, yet unfamiliar. Time had changed us both, but yet we were the same.
His hand slipped between us and skimmed my naked hip, a touch as light as sunlight on water.
A clanging in my head snapped me back into the real world—this wasn’t right. As much as the instinctual part of me wanted this coupling, the thinking part of me did not. I reached down to push his hand away, and at that very moment the phone rang.
The harsh buzz of the phone jolted us both. Joaquin’s hand slid up to my waist, and his eyes, dark with desire, bored into mine. Our breathing ragged, we both sat unmoving, staring at one another.
When the phone jangled again, I rolled away from Joaquin and off the bed, quickly securing the bathrobe around me. I jerked the receiver off the phone and answered, “Hello?” My voice sounded taut and breathless.
“Suze, is that
He removed his jacket, laying it across the bottom of the bed. “Why did you leave me, Suzie?” He asked me, loosening his tie. A flicker of hurt darkened his face for a moment. “Where did you go? I didn’t know how to find you.”
I had no answer for him. Standing there in my bathrobe, I could think of nothing but how handsome he looked and how much pain I’d caused him. We were husband and wife, and I’d vanished into thin air. I wanted to wipe away the fine lines that worry left on his face. Those were indelible marks I had caused.
He growled, “You are my wife.”
I backed away from him and into the night table, this spark of anger scaring me. When he saw me start, he reached for me.
I cried out in surprise. Struggling against the iron grip that held my wrist, the knot on my robe loosened.
He pulled me close.
Though I was afraid, his nearness aroused me. A flush raced through me, prickling but warm. He bent his mouth down to mine and kissed me hard. The familiar taste of his mouth on mine made the years melt away. A spiral of heat grew inside me, and I kissed him back, nibbling on his lips, thrusting my tongue greedily into his mouth. The coals of a fire, almost gone dead, roared back to life. The kiss intensified, like a red-hot brand on cool skin.
A gnawing empty space inside me grew, needing to be filled, needing the touch of skin. I pulled my lips away from his and started unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a tan, hard chest. He quivered at the touch of my hand on the planed expanse of skin.
Joaquin pulled me in closer, my face hidden in his shoulder. “You are mine, querida . Didn’t you know I wouldn’t forget you?” he asked in a whisper.
He kissed my hair, the back of my ear, my throat. I was nineteen again and in love. Reaching up, I touched his face, and he muttered something in Spanish, nudging me toward the bed. He slid his hands up my neck to cradle my face. Hazel eyes scanned mine for a long second, perhaps to find something in them.
He leaned in, kissing me again, his sensual mouth tasting mine. My body was ripe, my limbs tingled in pleasure. I gave in to the ecstasy of the moment.
He pushed me down on the bed and tugged the robe from my body. The heavy material slipped from my shoulders, uncovering my most delicate parts. Girlishly, I tried to pull the edges back together. Joaquin brushed my hands away, drinking in my naked skin, my breasts warm and rosy, my stomach bare and trembling.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against me, kissing each inch of skin he revealed.
Instead of feeling exposed, I bloomed under the heat of his gaze and the touch of his mouth. I was Venus arising from the sea, adored by all who saw me.
Arching my back, I reached again for him, thinking only of quenching the desire burning in me. All the years between us passed in an instant, and I remembered everything about him—the feel of his lips on mine, the coarse hair on his arms brushing across my body, the hardness of his well-sculpted chest against my softness. Familiar, yet unfamiliar. Time had changed us both, but yet we were the same.
His hand slipped between us and skimmed my naked hip, a touch as light as sunlight on water.
A clanging in my head snapped me back into the real world—this wasn’t right. As much as the instinctual part of me wanted this coupling, the thinking part of me did not. I reached down to push his hand away, and at that very moment the phone rang.
The harsh buzz of the phone jolted us both. Joaquin’s hand slid up to my waist, and his eyes, dark with desire, bored into mine. Our breathing ragged, we both sat unmoving, staring at one another.
When the phone jangled again, I rolled away from Joaquin and off the bed, quickly securing the bathrobe around me. I jerked the receiver off the phone and answered, “Hello?” My voice sounded taut and breathless.
“Suze, is that
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