His Marriage to Remember - By Kathie DeNosky Page 0,46
marriage or what she needed from him as her husband. But she could no longer ignore what her heart had tried to tell her from the moment she had watched the bull run him down. Sam was her soul mate, the man she had pledged her life to, and if there was any possibility of them working things out, she had to try again.
Maybe the time he had to take off from work had shown him how good their lives could be if he was home more. Maybe now he would understand what she meant when she told him it was the simple things that made her happiest, that just being with him was enough for her.
A shiver of anticipation shot through her when Sam led her over to the bed, then switching on the lamp on the bedside table, turned to face her. The look in his heated blue gaze stole her breath as he bent to remove her cross trainers and his boots and socks.
“I don’t want to miss a single moment of loving you,” he said, his low drawl causing a tingling sensation to start in the most feminine part of her. He stepped forward and, cupping her face with his hands, kissed her so tenderly Bria felt as if she might melt into a puddle at his feet. “And when I get finished, I’m going to start all over again.”
Her heart sped up. The promise in his words and his intense expression left no doubt in her mind that he meant everything he said. Heaven help her, that was exactly what she wanted him to do.
Sliding his hands over her shoulders, then down her arms to catch her hands in his, he smiled. “I think we’re a little overdressed for what I have in mind, Mrs. Rafferty.”
“What do you think will remedy the problem?” she asked, returning his smile.
“I was thinking that you might be more comfortable without this,” he said, catching the hem of her tank top in his hands.
She didn’t have to think twice about raising her arms and allowing him to whisk it away. His gaze caught and held hers when he reached to release the front clasp of her bra, then parting the scrap of silk and lace, he slid the straps down her arms and tossed it aside. The first touch of his palms cupping her, the contrast of his work-hardened calluses against her softer skin, sent waves of heat flowing from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. But when he teased her nipples with the pads of his thumbs, Bria closed her eyes and savored his touch and the delicious longing that he was building inside her.
Unable to remain passive a moment longer, she reached for the top snap on his chambray shirt. “This looks like it might feel better off than on.”
Opening the metal closure, she trailed her finger through the light sprinkling of hair on his chest to the next snap and the next, treating him to the same sweet torture he had put her through. She felt him shudder and, glancing up, watched him clench his teeth when she reached the snap just above his belt buckle.
“Does that feel good, Sam?”
“If it felt any better, you’d have to bury me,” he said, chuckling as he quickly tugged the tail of his shirt from the waistband of his jeans. “But believe me, sweetheart. I’d be going out of this world a happy man.”
Smiling, she pushed the garment from his wide shoulders, then down his arms to join her tank top and bra at their feet. She loved his body, loved the wide angles and thick pads of muscle. Tracing the lines of his taut abdomen, she made her way to the line of dark brown hair arrowing down from his navel to disappear into his low-slung jeans.
His sharp intake of breath when she worked the button loose at the top of the denim band was her reward and, encouraged, Bria toyed with the tab at the top of his fly. “Would you like me to continue?” she asked, glancing up at him.
He nodded. “If you don’t, I just might lose what little mind I have left.”
Slowly, carefully, she lowered the zipper over the bulge straining at his boxer briefs. “You seem to have a little problem, Mr. Rafferty.”
The sound of his low chuckle sent a shiver of excitement straight up her spine. “Little? You’re lucky I’m not an insecure man, sweetheart.”
“Little might have