She lay limp and lax as a rubber band. Her whole body pressed down the length of him. He was warm and held her so tightly, not a centimeter of space separated them.
She felt protected and surrounded by his heat and strength, like nothing could touch her.
For the first time in her life, she knew what it meant to belong to another, truly belong to them. She was Cameron’s for this moment, for a lifetime. She’d never love another like she loved him.
Her breath whispered over his skin and her arm draped over his side, her fingertips stroking his back. She nuzzled into his chest and used her arm to hold him tightly to her.
He’d never felt so wanted and needed more so than he did in this moment. Even with Caroline, his emotions hadn’t been this strong, his need this possessing. He had to have her.
He grew rigid inside her, and she moaned. He tilted her head up to take her mouth, kiss her so tenderly it brought tears to her eyes. They spilled down her cheeks, and he kissed them away.
He draped her leg over his hip and moved slowly, pressing his hips to hers and pulled her to him. He stroked his hand up and down her thigh and over her hip, moving inside of her. She felt so good. He couldn’t stop touching her.
He moved his hand and caressed it up her side and over the top of her breast. Her hard nipples pressed against his chest and he moved back and rubbed his palm over the peaked tip. She moaned and pressed her breast into his palm.
Slow and gentle, he brushed his fingertips around the fullness and up over her shoulder. With a soft caress down her spine and over her hip, he cupped her bottom, squeezed the firm globe in his palm, and pressed her closer. He thrust deep and slowly retreated.
He kissed her softly, nibbling at the line of her jaw and over her earlobe. He whispered sweet words in her ear about how beautiful she was, how soft she was, how much she pleased him.
He moved his hand between them and found the soft, slick nub and slowly rubbed the pad of his finger in circles around and over it. She tightened around him in response to the soft caress. She called to him to jump over the edge and sail the wild sea of stars. Again, she shattered in his arms, and this time she took him with her.
Every aftershock and contraction of her body shot through him, milking everything he had to give. He held her tight and pressed his lips to her forehead.
At a complete loss after making love to her, he had nothing left inside him to put into words.
He didn’t want the moment to pass because this was all they had, but it had to end. With a supreme act of will, he withdrew from her and rolled onto his back. Completely empty inside, he stared at the ceiling.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
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SHE TRACED THE outline of his body from his shoulder, over his chest, dented abs, and down his hip and thigh.
“You are beautiful.”
“I think I’m the one who’s supposed to say that.” He turned his head and stared at her lying beside him, right where he wanted her to stay forever.
Lying on her side, her breasts full and round with pink nipples still hard and begging for his mouth. She had a flat stomach, her hips slightly flared from her tiny waist. Her long, strong legs were lean and tan. She had great legs. He remembered what it felt like to be buried inside her and have those legs wrapped around him. He’d never forget a moment of their time together.
“You did tell me how beautiful you think I am.”
“Not just me, any man with eyes.”
Since she was lying on his arm, he cocked his elbow and ran his fingers through her hair. Soft and silky, a rich brown with strands of gold woven in between from the sun. He thought of how it looked spread on his pillow when he looked down on her.
He needed to get out of bed. If he didn’t, he’d make love to her all day, and he couldn’t. Not because of his sated body, he had obligations and promises to keep.
He couldn’t keep Marti. Their moment was up. His heart broke into a thousand shards. With his heart full of reluctance and sadness, he pulled his arm