her expression, waiting for her to come right down from the mountain of joy she’d elevated to. She shivered, then reached up, putting a hand to his cheek and holding it there.
He leaned his head into the embrace, touching her palm with his lips, closing his eyes as she caressed his hair with her fingers.
*
And then she let go. She spread out her fingers, travelling them wide and firm, across his torso until she reached his penis. She took it in her hand, slipping the skin back, guiding it towards her. She could see from his expression how it felt. He was keeping his eyes closed, his lips tight, a cheek muscle twitched.
When she had him in place, just on the outside edge, she took away her hand and placed both of them on his hips, shifting herself forward until they both felt the connection.
‘Emma,’ he said.
She felt him push against her, slow and tempting, easing his body into her.
‘I want you,’ she whispered. She knew what he was feeling. It had been so long and it was going to be different. But everything she’d experienced so far gave her no concerns, only sheer joy at having another chance.
He let out a groan and moved deeper into her, still controlled. He cupped her breast with his hand, his thumb flicking over her nipple until it was restored to an olive-shaped peak and she whimpered as he moved steadily inside her, back and forth, each time filling her a little more, a little harsher.
She could feel him setting light to a part of her that had lain dormant. With each thrust the delicious sensation built-up more and more until every nerve-ending was tingling with his promise.
‘Guy!’ she called out as he quickened his motion.
‘You feel this?’ he asked, dipping down low and hard.
Her breath caught in her throat and she reached out for him with a guttural sigh, turning her head to one side.
‘Don’t… don’t stop,’ she begged, rocking her hips in rhythm.
She was too far gone, she knew that. His love-making had already sensitised every part of her, inside and out. It wouldn’t take much more.
‘Look at me,’ he urged, putting one hand in her hair and turning her face to his again.
She locked her eyes with his as he pushed further and further into her, their symmetry aligning perfectly together and in time.
‘Come,’ she begged, ‘Come inside me.’
In his eyes she saw the boy she loved, the man she adored and his love for her. Whatever had happened in the past, they were here in the present, now, together in every way.
‘Mon Dieu… oh mon Dieu… Emma…’
His breathing rapid, his body tensed as he pushed himself into her. As he hit her G-spot again, her toes curled and she lost it.
‘Guy! Oh God, Guy!’
‘I’m coming… I’m coming… Emma…’
She felt his release, so tense at first and then spasms rolling over and over, in time with hers. Her mind was doing cartwheels, every inch alive and touched with pinpricks of sensation.
*
Guy groaned and clenched his teeth, every ounce of energy flooding from him into her. It was like he was a surfer riding the biggest wave of his life and being carried to the shore from twenty miles out. A heart-stopping, adrenaline-fuelled thrill ride filled with utter beauty and sensitivity.
He knew he was crying but he was not ashamed. She had just given him eight years back.
‘Are you OK?’ she asked, reaching up and stroking her hand down his cheek.
‘OK?’ he asked. ‘I am the happiest, luckiest man in the world.’
He lay across her, not wanting to end their connection, drawing her into his arms until they both lay on their side.
‘I love you, Emma,’ he told her, pressing his lips to her forehead.
‘I love you too.’
‘Je t’aime.’
‘Je t’aime.’
Chapter Forty-Seven
She lay there, content in his arms, sated, fulfilled and relaxed for the first time in so long. She didn’t know how long she’d been there. She didn’t know how long she’d been there. She checked her watch. Horrified by what it showed she sat up, dragging back the covers.
‘I have to go.’ She got out of bed, looking to Guy.
‘I know,’ he responded. He caught her arm before she could move away.
‘Dad and Marilyn have Dominic,’ she said in explanation.
‘I know,’ he said again, his fingertips circling her elbow.
‘Sorry.’
‘What are you sorry for?’
‘For having to leave like this. It feels wrong,’ she admitted.
‘You have Dominic. We will be a family. That is how this works.’ He was smiling at her.
She