He sighed. That was persuasion he couldn’t ignore.
He kissed her then, and heard the sound of a sob—soft, barely detectable. He knew how she felt.
“I love you, Catherine. So much,” he whispered, and then began a slow journey of rediscovery, making sure he acknowledged every scratch and bruise on her skin—first with his fingers, then with his lips.
She was his life.
The fear that had accompanied Cat into sleep was gone, replaced by a building fire deep in her belly. The man who’d fought so hard to win her heart was reminding her how much she was loved. She knew his tenderness, felt his passion, accepted his love. When she felt his mouth on the inside of her thigh, she moaned.
Wilson hesitated, then looked up. “Did I hurt you?”
Cat slid her fingers through his hair and grabbed hold. “Only if you stop.”
Moonlight caught on the single earring in his ear, then on the glitter in his eyes.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
Cat turned loose of his hair and grabbed hold of the headboard instead. It was none too soon. She felt his fingers, then his mouth, then the warmth of his breath as he took her where she wanted to go.
The first climax came hard and fast, rocking Cat to her bones and leaving her gasping for breath. Before she knew what was happening, he took her back to the peak, then up and over—this time shattering what was left of her.
By the time he was inside her, she was weeping. “Are you still afraid?” he asked.
“No…God, no.”
“Tell me, Catherine. I need to hear you say it.” “I love you.”
He sighed.
She said it again. “I love you, Wilson.” He slid his hands beneath her hips.
She raised her arms, pulling him down until his cheek was resting in the curve of her neck.
“I don’t just love you. I want to have babies with you. I want to grow old with you.”
Her words humbled him. He rose up on his elbows as she added one last request.
“Make love to me again, Wilson.” “Again?”
“Yes, but this time…do it for you.”
She saw his nostrils flare, and then a muscle jerked on the side of his cheek as he swept her away.
There had been a time today when he had feared he would never hear her laughter or share a moment like this with her again. Making love to her now was an affirmation of their miracle.
He wrapped his arms around her, then let himself go, rocking her world— taking them both on a collision course.
Time ceased. Muscles burned.
Perpetual motion was a given, addictive, then explosive.
Wilson felt it building—and never wanted it to end, even though he was aching for release.
Then it came, sudden and shattering. He buried his face against her shoulder, stifling the groan that boiled up his throat as his climax exploded. He clung to Cat like a lifeline as the aftershocks rippled through him.
Jimmy Franks was sitting at the counter of a small café, nursing a cup of coffee and licking the remnants of a sugared doughnut from his fingers when another customer, a short man with red hair sitting three seats down from him, pointed to the television on the wall behind the counter.
“Hey, Angie, turn that up, will you?”
The waitress, Angie Sherman, upped the volume.
“I’ve already seen this twice, and it still brings tears to my eyes,” she said.
Jimmy shifted his focus from having another doughnut to the news anchor who was doing a voice-over accompanying footage shot after yesterday’s tornado.
“In the midst of yesterday’s death and destruction, we have all witnessed a true miracle. While our chopper pilot and a news crew were filming the aftermath of the tornado that swept through the outskirts of Austin and points west yesterday, they captured this real-life drama.”
Jimmy leaned forward, watching as the news crew began filming men arriving at the scene of destruction.
“Look,” Angie said.
He kissed her then, and heard the sound of a sob—soft, barely detectable. He knew how she felt.
“I love you, Catherine. So much,” he whispered, and then began a slow journey of rediscovery, making sure he acknowledged every scratch and bruise on her skin—first with his fingers, then with his lips.
She was his life.
The fear that had accompanied Cat into sleep was gone, replaced by a building fire deep in her belly. The man who’d fought so hard to win her heart was reminding her how much she was loved. She knew his tenderness, felt his passion, accepted his love. When she felt his mouth on the inside of her thigh, she moaned.
Wilson hesitated, then looked up. “Did I hurt you?”
Cat slid her fingers through his hair and grabbed hold. “Only if you stop.”
Moonlight caught on the single earring in his ear, then on the glitter in his eyes.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
Cat turned loose of his hair and grabbed hold of the headboard instead. It was none too soon. She felt his fingers, then his mouth, then the warmth of his breath as he took her where she wanted to go.
The first climax came hard and fast, rocking Cat to her bones and leaving her gasping for breath. Before she knew what was happening, he took her back to the peak, then up and over—this time shattering what was left of her.
By the time he was inside her, she was weeping. “Are you still afraid?” he asked.
“No…God, no.”
“Tell me, Catherine. I need to hear you say it.” “I love you.”
He sighed.
She said it again. “I love you, Wilson.” He slid his hands beneath her hips.
She raised her arms, pulling him down until his cheek was resting in the curve of her neck.
“I don’t just love you. I want to have babies with you. I want to grow old with you.”
Her words humbled him. He rose up on his elbows as she added one last request.
“Make love to me again, Wilson.” “Again?”
“Yes, but this time…do it for you.”
She saw his nostrils flare, and then a muscle jerked on the side of his cheek as he swept her away.
There had been a time today when he had feared he would never hear her laughter or share a moment like this with her again. Making love to her now was an affirmation of their miracle.
He wrapped his arms around her, then let himself go, rocking her world— taking them both on a collision course.
Time ceased. Muscles burned.
Perpetual motion was a given, addictive, then explosive.
Wilson felt it building—and never wanted it to end, even though he was aching for release.
Then it came, sudden and shattering. He buried his face against her shoulder, stifling the groan that boiled up his throat as his climax exploded. He clung to Cat like a lifeline as the aftershocks rippled through him.
Jimmy Franks was sitting at the counter of a small café, nursing a cup of coffee and licking the remnants of a sugared doughnut from his fingers when another customer, a short man with red hair sitting three seats down from him, pointed to the television on the wall behind the counter.
“Hey, Angie, turn that up, will you?”
The waitress, Angie Sherman, upped the volume.
“I’ve already seen this twice, and it still brings tears to my eyes,” she said.
Jimmy shifted his focus from having another doughnut to the news anchor who was doing a voice-over accompanying footage shot after yesterday’s tornado.
“In the midst of yesterday’s death and destruction, we have all witnessed a true miracle. While our chopper pilot and a news crew were filming the aftermath of the tornado that swept through the outskirts of Austin and points west yesterday, they captured this real-life drama.”
Jimmy leaned forward, watching as the news crew began filming men arriving at the scene of destruction.
“Look,” Angie said.
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