together, and I know this moment is as much a shock to her as it is to me.
But as our breathing settles, I begin to feel her fingertips roll along my spine. I bury my face in the nape of her neck and breathe deeply, remembering her scent, memorizing the feel of her smooth skin against my cheek.
Joanna comes to mind, and I push the thought of her aside. Forcefully. Purposely. There will be plenty of time to think about Joanna later, I know. At this moment all I know, all I care about, is that I am holding Grace Sullivan in my arms.
My lips brush her throat. Once. Just once, I tell myself. Then her lips are traveling my neck, my cheek. Our breath mingles and becomes labored as our mouths move closer, each of us asking the other the same question. We hesitate as our lips finally meet. Tentative. So tentative. Gentle and unsure. But soon there is the certainty as our mouths remember. Heads tilt just so while lips part and the sweetness of her tongue finds mine.
I shudder as our breathing becomes so loud that I can hear nothing else. Hands are moving now, fingers touching, tracing lines along skin that until now was just a memory. Remembering.
The kiss is broken, and we pull apart from each other, just enough for our eyes to meet as we catch our breath. I expect to find laughter in her eyes, a sort of triumph. Instead I see a seriousness that sobers me. My heart turns over at least three times, and I wonder if I ever stopped loving Grace Sullivan, even for one moment of my life.
Her lips turn down at the corners while her nostrils flare slightly from her effort to calm her breathing. Dark eyes dart back and forth between mine, looking for an answer.
“I should go,” she says, finding her voice.
I know she should leave now. But I’m not ready for the moment to be over. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
“Please don’t.” The words are out before I’m even aware of it. “I don’t want you to go.”
Again, the triumphant smile that I expect to see on her face does not appear. Instead, her frown begins to soften and a heavy sigh escapes her lips as she wraps her arms around me and pulls me close again.
Chapter 10
Slowly, I become aware of sunlight spreading its heat across my cheek and I turn my head away from the brightness, blinking the sleep from my eyes.
“Is it really you?” Grace’s voice is husky with the morning, her eyes twinkling with something between mischief and disbelief. She is propped up on one elbow, the stark white sheet covering her body from the shoulder down. She is grinning as she lifts a finger and lets it trace the line of my chin.
“Hi,” I smile sleepily. “So I wasn’t dreaming after all.” My arm reaches out and curls behind her head automatically.
“Who had time to dream?” Her chuckle is low. “We didn’t even sleep, did we?”
I stretch and purr as she leans over me, her mouth beginning to play along my collarbone. Every muscle in my body is sore with pleasure, and I tell her so.
“You’re just out of practice, sweetie,” she whispers against my ear, not knowing just how accurate a statement she is making.
“Does it show?” I ask her, feeling a momentary flash of inadequacy.
“Absolutely not.” She shifts her weight until her full length is on mine. My arms slide up and come to rest around her neck.
I return her smile, making a game of tangling my legs with hers. She is staring down at me, brown eyes wide. My fingers fall to her mouth and I want nothing else in the world but those lips to cover mine. Again.
“I don’t think I’ve ever kissed anyone for so long,” I muse, and lift my head just enough to press my lips to hers.
“Mmm,” she sighs. “That was wonderful.”
I can’t deny it. We had spent hours just kissing and touching, reacquainting ourselves with each other.
Now I look up at her, remembering our passion, still not quite believing that Grace is here in my arms. “I’d forgotten how incredible it is with you.”
“Really?”
I think about
But as our breathing settles, I begin to feel her fingertips roll along my spine. I bury my face in the nape of her neck and breathe deeply, remembering her scent, memorizing the feel of her smooth skin against my cheek.
Joanna comes to mind, and I push the thought of her aside. Forcefully. Purposely. There will be plenty of time to think about Joanna later, I know. At this moment all I know, all I care about, is that I am holding Grace Sullivan in my arms.
My lips brush her throat. Once. Just once, I tell myself. Then her lips are traveling my neck, my cheek. Our breath mingles and becomes labored as our mouths move closer, each of us asking the other the same question. We hesitate as our lips finally meet. Tentative. So tentative. Gentle and unsure. But soon there is the certainty as our mouths remember. Heads tilt just so while lips part and the sweetness of her tongue finds mine.
I shudder as our breathing becomes so loud that I can hear nothing else. Hands are moving now, fingers touching, tracing lines along skin that until now was just a memory. Remembering.
The kiss is broken, and we pull apart from each other, just enough for our eyes to meet as we catch our breath. I expect to find laughter in her eyes, a sort of triumph. Instead I see a seriousness that sobers me. My heart turns over at least three times, and I wonder if I ever stopped loving Grace Sullivan, even for one moment of my life.
Her lips turn down at the corners while her nostrils flare slightly from her effort to calm her breathing. Dark eyes dart back and forth between mine, looking for an answer.
“I should go,” she says, finding her voice.
I know she should leave now. But I’m not ready for the moment to be over. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
“Please don’t.” The words are out before I’m even aware of it. “I don’t want you to go.”
Again, the triumphant smile that I expect to see on her face does not appear. Instead, her frown begins to soften and a heavy sigh escapes her lips as she wraps her arms around me and pulls me close again.
Chapter 10
Slowly, I become aware of sunlight spreading its heat across my cheek and I turn my head away from the brightness, blinking the sleep from my eyes.
“Is it really you?” Grace’s voice is husky with the morning, her eyes twinkling with something between mischief and disbelief. She is propped up on one elbow, the stark white sheet covering her body from the shoulder down. She is grinning as she lifts a finger and lets it trace the line of my chin.
“Hi,” I smile sleepily. “So I wasn’t dreaming after all.” My arm reaches out and curls behind her head automatically.
“Who had time to dream?” Her chuckle is low. “We didn’t even sleep, did we?”
I stretch and purr as she leans over me, her mouth beginning to play along my collarbone. Every muscle in my body is sore with pleasure, and I tell her so.
“You’re just out of practice, sweetie,” she whispers against my ear, not knowing just how accurate a statement she is making.
“Does it show?” I ask her, feeling a momentary flash of inadequacy.
“Absolutely not.” She shifts her weight until her full length is on mine. My arms slide up and come to rest around her neck.
I return her smile, making a game of tangling my legs with hers. She is staring down at me, brown eyes wide. My fingers fall to her mouth and I want nothing else in the world but those lips to cover mine. Again.
“I don’t think I’ve ever kissed anyone for so long,” I muse, and lift my head just enough to press my lips to hers.
“Mmm,” she sighs. “That was wonderful.”
I can’t deny it. We had spent hours just kissing and touching, reacquainting ourselves with each other.
Now I look up at her, remembering our passion, still not quite believing that Grace is here in my arms. “I’d forgotten how incredible it is with you.”
“Really?”
I think about
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