The Temporary Wife - By Jeannie Moon Page 0,74

to the surface, but he could show her, he could get her to feel what he felt. He stared into her eyes. Behind the bright green he saw the love that she’d stored up over the past fourteen years. The months they’d been together had made the emotions more intense, more vital for each of them. His breath was ragged as he kissed her soft, sweet lips and touched her beautiful face.

“God, what have I done to deserve you?” he gasped.

She pulled him onto the bed and Jason kissed her again and again, until the fire between them returned and Jason stretched out above her. Their bodies, their skin, belonged together. He raised himself so he could see her and shuddered. Quite simply, she was a dream. Her body was delicate and rounded. Feminine. No muscles, no bones, no signs of hard workouts, just beautiful skin, a small waist, soft curves. Her breasts were full and begging to be touched. He couldn’t speak and knew all she could hear was his heavy breathing. His lips moved over her neck and shoulder, and his fingertips grazed slowly over her naked body.

All he could think about was the heat. The warmth where their bodies touched, the hot pulse he felt between her legs. She moaned as Jason’s hands found the most sensitive places, the secret places he’d discovered when they were only learning about each other. He kissed her until she couldn’t think, touched her until she went limp, and let his mouth skim over the sweet skin he hadn’t tasted for months. And as she started to peak, she begged him to take her, to come inside her and be a part of her.

When he entered her and heard his name slip from her lips, felt her legs and arms wrap around him, Jason lost control. He filled her so perfectly that she seemed to melt into him. There was never a choice for either one of them. When Jason and Megan were together, it was like some cosmic balance was restored. Mistakes were in the past, and only the future mattered. Her movements brought him to the edge of reason. Grabbing her hips and lifting them higher, he thrust into her deeply, with such power and possessiveness that Meg cried out a little with each movement. She pulled him closer until finally they both surged and tensed, their cries echoing each other. Their eyes were locked as the climax ripped through them with a fury neither one expected.

Jason collapsed, knowing he’d given Meg every ounce of himself. He moved slightly, rolling her so she rested, nestled in his arms. He felt her staggered breathing and her tiny, damp body. “Meg?” He stroked her hair. “Are you all right?”

She tilted her face toward his, and the pure joy shining in her face gave him his answer. “I love you,” she said. “I’ve always loved you.”

Hearing her words, having her curl up next to him and slip her arms around him, Jason felt as if he’d been delivered.

***

“What’s your favorite flavor?” she asked him. They sat cuddled in bed, eating ice cream at three o’clock in the morning.

“Vanilla, same as always. Why?”

“I thought maybe it changed. You were always so predictable. When we’d go out, you’d always get a plain scoop of vanilla while I wolfed down a sundae.”

“You eat ice cream like it’s a religious experience,” he joked. Her eyes narrowed, and he grinned while digging his spoon into the container for another taste of chocolate chip.

Settling in to the crook of his arm, she took another spoonful from the pint of rocky road in her hand. “I guess there’s something mildly sacred about chocolate.”

He laughed, and Meg felt the hairs on the back of her neck stir. Then nothing. Just the whisper of warm breath as he pressed his lips into the curve between her neck and shoulder.

“It’s better than I remember it,” he said.

“What?”

“Making love to you. It’s better now. I realized that when we were on the boat.”

“Do you think so?” she asked. She pulled at the collar of the oversize shirt that kept slipping off her shoulders.

“Uh-huh. It’s probably because we aren’t afraid of being caught.” He laughed again.

“Possibly. I think it’s because we’ve grown up. Gotten past the baggage,” Meg said.

His arms tightened, and she heard him inhale sharply. “Do you think about what would have happened if we hadn’t split up back then?”

She peered over her shoulder and thought about his question, wondering if he’d