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face. As their kissing deepened he positioned himself on top of her. The sensation of his entire body and hardness pressing into her caused Claire to moan with pleasure. She needed to feel him, to touch him. She ran her hands under his black T-shirt. His skin was still gloriously smooth and soft. She tugged at the top, motioning that she wanted it removed, and he obliged, raising his arms so she could pull it free. His sculpted triceps, shoulders and back felt divine under her hands and she moved down to his buttocks, pushing them tighter towards her.
     
    “Nope,” he said, removing her hands. “It’s my turn.”
     
    He linked her fingers in his and raised her arms above her head, pinning her wrists down with one of his hands. With his other hand he traced a teasing line towards her elbow, then her collarbone, stopping when he reached the cup of her strapless black lacy bra.
     
    “You’re cheating,” he murmured. “I’ve already got my top off.”
     
    She wanted to tell him to stop, to leave her bra alone, but her arms were still pinned above her head as he sneaked his fingers behind her back and expertly unhooked the clasp single-handed. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see his look of disappointment as he freed her breasts and tossed the garment aside. 
     
    He kissed her right breast and tugged her nipple with his teeth. She whimpered, writhing underneath him.
     
    “My breasts are not what they used to be,” she apologised.
     
    He ignored her and moved onto the left breast, kissing it as if it was the most precious thing in the world before gently taking its nipple between his teeth. Even though he was pinning her down, Claire could barely keep still. She’d not felt this aroused for years.
     
    “Did you breastfeed,” he whispered, moving his lips slowly, languorously across both her breasts.
     
    “Uh huh,” she rasped, her voice barely audible.
     
    “I think your breasts are beautiful,” Jonah murmured, moving his lips up to her mouth.
     
    “Now I know you’re lying,” she whispered.
     
    He shook his head.
     
    “No I’m not. They’re beautiful because they’re part of you.”
     
    Anthony hadn’t done much to make her breasts feel anything more than a milk float since Miriam was born, but now her breasts felt alive again. Jonah unleashed his grip on her wrists, pulled back the duvet and moulded his hands over her breasts as his mouth journeyed south, snaking a path towards her naval and continuing downwards. He hesitated at the rim of her panties and then released his hold on her breasts so that he could slowly, tantalisingly, centimetre by aching centimetre, remove them altogether, tossing them in the direction of the discarded bra, leaving Claire feeling completely exposed. When his mouth found her clitoris she cried out loud.
     
    “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
     
    “Not yet, baby, not yet.”
     
    He planted each of his palms at the top of her inner thighs, anchoring her legs apart as he licked and teased at her bud. She moaned louder and louder as the pleasure built, knowing she should try to restrain herself lest Miriam should hear, but unable to stop. And then, at its exquisite peak, she exploded in a series of glorious shudders. When her body had completely stilled Jonah released his hold on her legs, removed his jeans and boxers in one slick move and laid the weight of his frame on top of Claire, watching her eyes close in ecstasy as he entered her, thrusting deeply and sensually slowly.
     
    “I love you,” he whispered, his lips hovering a millimetre above hers.
     
    “I love you too.”

CHAPTER SIX
     
    JONAH
     
    Jonah lay on the bed, wide awake, knowing he’d hold onto this memory of Claire in his arms like this, forever. She’d been so exhausted after they’d made love that she’d fallen asleep almost immediately, lying on his chest with her lips pressed against his. Nobody had ever slept on him in such intimate proximity and he couldn’t