Family Merger - By Leigh Greenwood Page 0,73

self-absorption became total.

Kathryn's body began to tremble from head to toe. Exquisitely pleasurable sensations rocketed through her body, turning every nerve ending into a pinprick of bright sensation. She felt as if she were burning up even though chills raced down her spine. Ron's hand continued to increase the tension until she thought she would explode. Her breath came faster and more shallow leaving her feeling giddy and about to faint. She dug her fingers into Ron's hair, mindless of whether she was scratching his scalp or snatching him bald.

Then when she thought she would have to say something to stop him from torturing her any longer, the tension broke and flowed from her like water from a tipped vessel.

But she didn't have a chance to come down from the giddy heights. The moment Ron withdrew his finger, he moved above her - it took no more than a moment for him to slip on a condom - and she felt him enter her, stretching and filling her until she felt she couldn't possibly contain him. Her body, exhausted and limp from her climax, tensed against his entry, but his slow movement within her quickly replaced the tension of fear with the tension of ecstasy.

Ron pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply while he filled her, making her feel as though they were joined both in body and spirit. She threw her arms around him and pulled him close as her body responded to him, thrust for thrust. It wasn't long before all she could think of was her body's need to be closer to Ron, to pull him inside her until he could become part of her, until he could reach the need that seemed buried deep inside, a need no one had been able to reach before.

"Hurry!" She didn't know why she said that. The word just came out on its own. Yet her body seemed to understand. It picked up the tempo, forcing Ron to move faster to match her. She could hear herself breathe, occasionally moan softly, but that only served to make her more determined to reach that undefined goal her body strained toward.

But as the tension increased, her muscles lost their elasticity, and she felt as if she had to struggle against the tightening bands that threatened to lock her body into immobility. Ron's movements had become slightly erratic and he was breathing harder. Then just as she felt her muscles clamp down and lock her body into place, Ron stiffened and paused. Then simultaneously their tensions broke, and blessed, sweet release washed over them.
Chapter Twelve
Ron watched Kathryn as she slept. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful. He didn't know if he loved her. He hadn't been looking for love when he met her. Nor when he asked her for that first date. Not even when he asked her to go with him to Geneva. But he had found something that was mighty close.

Despite being miles apart in so many ways, Cynthia's situation had created a little island where they could meet that had nothing to do with the worlds they lived in. His one attempt to show her his world had had startling results. He still wasn't sure what had made him decide to walk out on the negotiations. He was satisfied he'd made the right decision, but would he have done it if Kathryn hadn't been with him, if he hadn't been anxious to spend the day with her? And if he wouldn't have done it without her, what did that mean?

As he watched her sleep and marveled at the feeling of calm that filled him, he realized that for the first time since Erin died he was thinking of sharing his life with a woman. He hadn't intended to remarry. For one thing, he didn't have time to look for the right woman. For another, any future wife would have to love Cynthia as much as he did. He was certain Kathryn could. She was halfway there already.

Then there was the matter of his career. Until Cynthia got pregnant, he hadn't considered cutting back, much less thought of doing something else. His work was the one thing that had never failed to give him that unqualified feeling of fulfillment.

But now it had.

He realized there were many things that were more important to him. He had begun to wonder if his own happiness didn't require him to make a change. The need to succeed, to be accepted, to be recognized