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Authors: Jill Marie Landis
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was born. He had not thought of it in years.
Without letting him go, she shifted, drew her legs up until she was on her knees beside him. As the sheet slid down her body, the night breeze caressed their bare skin.
Reed slipped his hand between her thighs, unerringly found her dewy dampness. He pressed her mound, massaged her gently until she was softly panting. She leaned over him, her hands on both sides of his head, her long, auburn hair surrounding them until they were enclosed in a swaying, sensual web.
“I need you.” He had waited so very, very long. He’d thought he would have to wait forever.
Her knee went across him. She settled there with her cheek against his heart. He could feel her breath against his chest, the moisture of tears was there, too.
“Are you crying?” he asked. “Why?”
“. . . so happy . . .”
He felt the whispered words against his bare skin. He slid his hands to her hips, urged her to straddle him. Then he lowered her with measured slowness, spreading her gently as he inched himself inside.
She stiffened for an instant when he met with resistance, then gave a soft cry and enveloped him fully.
He lifted his chin, urged her to kiss him. It was a moment or two before she moved, and then she covered his lips with hers. They lay locked together. She melted inside and relaxed. Her hips gradually began to move in a sensuous, rhythmic motion. She was tender, even tentative. She gave of herself, took no more than his injured, feverish body could give.
He wanted to add to her pleasure, wanted her to reach fulfillment with him, but with infinite, measured thrusts she coaxed him, milking him to a soul-shattering climax. A primitive sound tore from his throat when he came inside her.
With his release came a blessed peace, the likes of which he had not known for a long, long time.
She curled around him, gathered him into her arms. Replete, he slipped into a deep, contented sleep.
Not until Reed’s breathing settled into a slow, rhythmic pattern did Kate even think of moving. When she did, it was with the utmost care.
She slid off him but did not leave the bed. Instead, she lay tucked against his side, savoring the hard masculine feel of him. She marveled at the wonder, the magic their bodies had made together.
Thank God she had taken a chance on happiness. Thank God that she had followed her dream. Now she had made the final step and what had once seemed mysterious and at the same time frightening had turned out to be more than magic. This first night with him would live forever in her heart.
All her thoughts drifted away when Reed stirred. His eyes were still closed when he softly whispered, “I love you, wife.”
Tears smarted behind her eyes, though not the first she had shed on this glorious eve. As she let the words seep into her heart, she thought he had eased into sleep again.
Seconds passed. He gently nudged her calf with his knee. “Say it,” he murmured.
She realized what he wanted. The words caught in her throat when she joyously echoed, “I love you.”
It was the first time she had ever said the words aloud to anyone. The first time she had ever had anyone to truly love.
Reed settled into a deep sleep. The sheet was cool when she drew it over them, careful not to disturb him. She nestled beside him, unwilling to leave even though his seed and traces of her virgin blood were sticky between her thighs.
She thought again of what had passed between them, so different and yet the same as the acts she had witnessed as a child.
Kate could not imagine such a personal exchange occurring between two strangers. How had her mother done these intimate things night after night with men she did not know, even if it did keep Kate from starving?
Although she and Reed might not have exchanged more than a handful of words, he was no stranger to her. She knew his hopes and dreams from his letters. She had come to know every inch of him over the last few hours.
They were far from
Without letting him go, she shifted, drew her legs up until she was on her knees beside him. As the sheet slid down her body, the night breeze caressed their bare skin.
Reed slipped his hand between her thighs, unerringly found her dewy dampness. He pressed her mound, massaged her gently until she was softly panting. She leaned over him, her hands on both sides of his head, her long, auburn hair surrounding them until they were enclosed in a swaying, sensual web.
“I need you.” He had waited so very, very long. He’d thought he would have to wait forever.
Her knee went across him. She settled there with her cheek against his heart. He could feel her breath against his chest, the moisture of tears was there, too.
“Are you crying?” he asked. “Why?”
“. . . so happy . . .”
He felt the whispered words against his bare skin. He slid his hands to her hips, urged her to straddle him. Then he lowered her with measured slowness, spreading her gently as he inched himself inside.
She stiffened for an instant when he met with resistance, then gave a soft cry and enveloped him fully.
He lifted his chin, urged her to kiss him. It was a moment or two before she moved, and then she covered his lips with hers. They lay locked together. She melted inside and relaxed. Her hips gradually began to move in a sensuous, rhythmic motion. She was tender, even tentative. She gave of herself, took no more than his injured, feverish body could give.
He wanted to add to her pleasure, wanted her to reach fulfillment with him, but with infinite, measured thrusts she coaxed him, milking him to a soul-shattering climax. A primitive sound tore from his throat when he came inside her.
With his release came a blessed peace, the likes of which he had not known for a long, long time.
She curled around him, gathered him into her arms. Replete, he slipped into a deep, contented sleep.
Not until Reed’s breathing settled into a slow, rhythmic pattern did Kate even think of moving. When she did, it was with the utmost care.
She slid off him but did not leave the bed. Instead, she lay tucked against his side, savoring the hard masculine feel of him. She marveled at the wonder, the magic their bodies had made together.
Thank God she had taken a chance on happiness. Thank God that she had followed her dream. Now she had made the final step and what had once seemed mysterious and at the same time frightening had turned out to be more than magic. This first night with him would live forever in her heart.
All her thoughts drifted away when Reed stirred. His eyes were still closed when he softly whispered, “I love you, wife.”
Tears smarted behind her eyes, though not the first she had shed on this glorious eve. As she let the words seep into her heart, she thought he had eased into sleep again.
Seconds passed. He gently nudged her calf with his knee. “Say it,” he murmured.
She realized what he wanted. The words caught in her throat when she joyously echoed, “I love you.”
It was the first time she had ever said the words aloud to anyone. The first time she had ever had anyone to truly love.
Reed settled into a deep sleep. The sheet was cool when she drew it over them, careful not to disturb him. She nestled beside him, unwilling to leave even though his seed and traces of her virgin blood were sticky between her thighs.
She thought again of what had passed between them, so different and yet the same as the acts she had witnessed as a child.
Kate could not imagine such a personal exchange occurring between two strangers. How had her mother done these intimate things night after night with men she did not know, even if it did keep Kate from starving?
Although she and Reed might not have exchanged more than a handful of words, he was no stranger to her. She knew his hopes and dreams from his letters. She had come to know every inch of him over the last few hours.
They were far from
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