her.
Thankfully, Flynn didn’t need to be asked twice and Lori sagged against him, knowing this time there’d be no turning back.
As his lips met hers she ignited, desire ripping through her body at lightning speed. She ran her hands over his arms, his chest, exploring every inch of the hard, bare flesh as she’d yearned to do for so long.
His body jerked against hers as she scraped her nails lightly down his back and he groaned, guiding her toward the bed before she knew it had happened.
“One of us is way overdressed,” he murmured, fumbling with the buttons on her top as he nipped the tender flesh at the base of her throat.
“Let me help.”
She shucked out of her pants and kicked them away as he peeled her top from her body and tossed it on the floor.
He stepped back, his gray eyes darkening to sable as his gaze traveled the length of her body, studying it in minute detail.
“You’re more beautiful now than you were at eighteen,” he murmured, the reverence in his eyes staggering in its intensity.
“I’ve got stretch marks,” she blurted, unable to cope with his reconnaissance a minute longer.
Her body blazed beneath his stare and if he didn’t assuage her need soon she’d melt on the spot.
“Like I said, beautiful.”
He knelt at her feet as if worshipping a goddess and placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss on her stomach, shredding the last of her inhibitions concerning the changes of her body following Adam’s birth.
Her hands tangled in his hair as he went wild, lavishing her navel with mini kisses, licking and blowing on the skin around it until she thought she’d faint.
“Love me,” she whispered, her body tightening as he continued his erotic exploration lower.
And he did.
Without holding back, Flynn ran his hands over her satiny skin, his mouth following a similar path, tasting every delicious inch of her. He didn’t know when they sank onto the bed, how he lost his boxer shorts or how long it took.
All he was aware of was the woman he’d loved forever pliant in his arms and urging him to make love to her.
And though he’d like nothing better than to douse the flames that threatened to consume them both he wanted to take it slow, to prolong the exquisite agony of their mutual passion.
They lay side by side, her eyes round as saucers in her face as she stared at him, the need he read there matching his own.
“Now, Flynn.”
“Patience, sweetheart.”
He ran a finger down her body, starting at her neck, circling her breasts, across her abdomen and stopping short of where he so desperately wanted to be.
His hand splayed against her skin, stroking the curve of her waist, the roundness of her butt as she arched toward him, trembling under his hand, making small sounds that begged him for more.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said, enveloping her in his arms, their bodies plastered against one other the entire length.
“I’ve wanted you longer,” she whispered, raining a smattering of light kisses across his chest.
Flynn buried his face in her hair, inhaled her unique fragrance and silently thanked God he’d come home.
Lori opened her eyes, stretched and looked around the room, slightly disoriented. It took a moment to recognize her surroundings and she smiled the wide grin of a well-satisfied woman.
It wasn’t the surroundings that brought a smile to her face as much as the room’s occupant and what he’d done to her last night.
Correction, what they’d done to each other last night. Repeatedly.
She glanced across at the empty space beside her and wondered where Flynn had disappeared. Though she strained her ears, she couldn’t hear the sounds of a shower and experienced a fleeting panic. What if he regretted last night?
Hating her insecurities, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and clutched the sheet to her chest. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to disturb her? Maybe he still took an early morning walk like he used to?
However, the longer she sat
Thankfully, Flynn didn’t need to be asked twice and Lori sagged against him, knowing this time there’d be no turning back.
As his lips met hers she ignited, desire ripping through her body at lightning speed. She ran her hands over his arms, his chest, exploring every inch of the hard, bare flesh as she’d yearned to do for so long.
His body jerked against hers as she scraped her nails lightly down his back and he groaned, guiding her toward the bed before she knew it had happened.
“One of us is way overdressed,” he murmured, fumbling with the buttons on her top as he nipped the tender flesh at the base of her throat.
“Let me help.”
She shucked out of her pants and kicked them away as he peeled her top from her body and tossed it on the floor.
He stepped back, his gray eyes darkening to sable as his gaze traveled the length of her body, studying it in minute detail.
“You’re more beautiful now than you were at eighteen,” he murmured, the reverence in his eyes staggering in its intensity.
“I’ve got stretch marks,” she blurted, unable to cope with his reconnaissance a minute longer.
Her body blazed beneath his stare and if he didn’t assuage her need soon she’d melt on the spot.
“Like I said, beautiful.”
He knelt at her feet as if worshipping a goddess and placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss on her stomach, shredding the last of her inhibitions concerning the changes of her body following Adam’s birth.
Her hands tangled in his hair as he went wild, lavishing her navel with mini kisses, licking and blowing on the skin around it until she thought she’d faint.
“Love me,” she whispered, her body tightening as he continued his erotic exploration lower.
And he did.
Without holding back, Flynn ran his hands over her satiny skin, his mouth following a similar path, tasting every delicious inch of her. He didn’t know when they sank onto the bed, how he lost his boxer shorts or how long it took.
All he was aware of was the woman he’d loved forever pliant in his arms and urging him to make love to her.
And though he’d like nothing better than to douse the flames that threatened to consume them both he wanted to take it slow, to prolong the exquisite agony of their mutual passion.
They lay side by side, her eyes round as saucers in her face as she stared at him, the need he read there matching his own.
“Now, Flynn.”
“Patience, sweetheart.”
He ran a finger down her body, starting at her neck, circling her breasts, across her abdomen and stopping short of where he so desperately wanted to be.
His hand splayed against her skin, stroking the curve of her waist, the roundness of her butt as she arched toward him, trembling under his hand, making small sounds that begged him for more.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said, enveloping her in his arms, their bodies plastered against one other the entire length.
“I’ve wanted you longer,” she whispered, raining a smattering of light kisses across his chest.
Flynn buried his face in her hair, inhaled her unique fragrance and silently thanked God he’d come home.
Lori opened her eyes, stretched and looked around the room, slightly disoriented. It took a moment to recognize her surroundings and she smiled the wide grin of a well-satisfied woman.
It wasn’t the surroundings that brought a smile to her face as much as the room’s occupant and what he’d done to her last night.
Correction, what they’d done to each other last night. Repeatedly.
She glanced across at the empty space beside her and wondered where Flynn had disappeared. Though she strained her ears, she couldn’t hear the sounds of a shower and experienced a fleeting panic. What if he regretted last night?
Hating her insecurities, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and clutched the sheet to her chest. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to disturb her? Maybe he still took an early morning walk like he used to?
However, the longer she sat
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