His Marriage to Remember - By Kathie DeNosky Page 0,48

streaked throughout her entire being and Bria hung on to Sam to keep from being lost. Her body gently caressing his must have triggered his release, because she felt the slight swelling of him within her a moment before he shuddered and she felt the warmth of him filling her with his essence.

As he collapsed on top of her, she relished the weight of his larger body covering hers and, wrapping her arms around him, held him tightly to her. She experienced a moment of panic at the thought that they hadn’t used protection, but only briefly. They had both wanted a baby for some time and although they still had problems they needed to work on in their marriage, she could never regret a child born out of the love they shared.

When Sam regained his strength, he tried to roll to her side, but she held him close. She didn’t want to lose the connection, the feeling of being one with him.

“Bria, sweetheart, I’m too heavy for you,” he said, rolling them both onto their sides to face each other.

“I just like feeling close to you,” she said, kissing him until they both gasped for breath.

His throaty laughter as he pressed his lower body closer and him becoming aroused once again sent a delightful tingling sensation over every one of her nerve endings. “Oh, you’ll be feeling close to me again soon.” He smiled. “Real soon, sweetheart.”

Eight

The following morning after the most incredible night of making love to his beautiful wife, Sam leisurely stretched, then rolled over to put his arm around Bria. But when he realized she wasn’t in bed beside him, he opened his eyes to look around. Apprehension filled him until he heard the shower running.

His concern quickly turned to satisfaction and, grinning, he got out of bed. Things were going to work out between them just the way he had hoped. He was sure of it. He knew Bria well enough to be certain she wouldn’t have made love with him if she intended to go through with the divorce.

Last night he had shown her in several ways how much he cared for her, how he cherished her. Surely now she understood why he worked so hard, why he did everything in his power to give her whatever she wanted. He loved her and wanted to give her her heart’s desire.

Quietly entering the bathroom, he enjoyed watching the silhouette of her luscious body through the frosted glass for a moment before walking over to open the shower door. Stepping into the spacious stall, he took her in his arms.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Her startled squeak quickly turned to a little moan as their water-slick bodies came together. Turning to face him, she put her arms around his waist and kissed his chest.

“Good morning, Mr. Rafferty.” She glanced down at his obvious desire for her. “I see you have another problem.”

He couldn’t seem to stop grinning. “That seems to happen to me every time I’m around you, Mrs. Rafferty.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” she teased, smiling at him.

Her pretty smile sent his blood pressure up a good ten notches. “So what are you going to do about it?” he asked, nodding.

“What would you suggest?” She trailed her finger from the middle of his chest down to his navel, sending blood pulsing through his veins. But when she traced the line of hair down to his sex, then took him in her hand, he felt as if his head might fly right off his shoulders.

“I think what you’re doing is a damn good start,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Anything else?” she asked, gently caressing the softness below.

His heart felt as if it might jump right out of his chest as she slowly stroked his heated body. He loved when she touched him, loved that she wasn’t shy about letting him know what she wanted.

“I think I’ve had about all of this I can take,” he said, taking her hands in his to place them on his shoulders. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her and she automatically locked her legs around his waist.

The feel of her breasts pressed to his chest, her hardened nipples scoring his flesh and the warmth of her femininity against his lower belly sent a wave of heat streaking through him at the speed of light. Tightening his arms to hold her to him, he captured her lips with his and as he deepened the kiss to imitate a more intimate coupling, he was