going on. Believe me.”
Jamison stared at the photo for a moment.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Liv?” His voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.
“I tried, but you didn’t return my calls.”
“Oh, my God.” He raked a hand over his anguished face and sighed a miserable sigh. “I am so sorry.”
“Jamison, look at me.”
He did. Square in the eyes. With their gazes locked, she said, “There has never been another man for me. Never has, never will be. I love you. ”
He got up and went over to her, sat next to her and pulled her close.
As he kissed her tenderly, first her lips, then her neck and her collarbones, she decided that there was no need to rake him over the coals over having her followed. She had nothing to hide. She’d told him everything…and now she wanted to give him everything.
He’d never felt such overwhelming relief in his entire life. Deep inside he’d known Olivia was true to their marriage, to him, but he hadn’t realized just how afraid he was to lose her.
He felt as if he’d been given a second chance, a new lease on life, on their marriage, and he was so overwhelmingly happy that they’d wiped the slate clean, that they were starting over.
He wanted to show her how much he’d ached for her, how much he’d missed her and longed for this reunion. He wanted to show her with his lips and hands and body why he was the only man for her.
Right there in the living room, on the chintz couch, she responded as he held her and touched her and tasted her. In response his own body swelled and hardened. He loved the feel of her slight body, so fragile to his touch. When he moved his hands to her hips, cupping her body and pulling her closer, she arched against him, firing the hardness of his desire.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she murmured breathlessly.
He raised his hands to her small breasts, cupping them through her thin sweater, savoring their slight curves before teasing her hard nipples. She gasped. Her head fell back and she seemed to lose herself in his touch.
But only for a moment when she slid her hand down the front of his trousers and claimed his erection. Over and over she teased him, rubbing and stroking his desire through the layers of his wool pants and briefs. It had been so long and the sensation was almost too much to bear.
He wanted to savor this moment. So, he took her hands in his and eased her down on the couch,kissing her throat and playfully biting down on her earlobe as he did.
The thought of making love to her sent a hungry shudder racking his whole body. Suddenly he needed her naked so that he could bury himself inside of her.
Now.
When he pushed up her skirt up around her waist, he saw that she was wearing a garter belt and stockings. The sexy sight of her almost undid him.
She must have sensed as much, because she reached up and unbuttoned his pants. She slid down the zipper and he moved so that she could push his pants down so that he was free.
It felt like the first time again. Wanting to savor the moment, he slowed down and undid each button on his shirt, shrugging it aside so that it dropped to the floor. In one swift, gentle motion, he lifted her so that he could remove her buttery soft sweater.
She lay beneath him in her bra and stockings looking like a slice of heaven. He must have been crazy to have thought they needed time apart.
Slowly, he unhooked the front clasp on her bra. As he freed her breasts, he lowered his head and, in turn, took each one into his mouth, suckling until she cried out in pleasure. As they lay together naked, despite the need driving him to the edge of madness, again, he purposely slowed down, taking a momentto drink in the way her beautiful body looked and to bask in how much he loved her.
And then they were reaching for each other and kissing each other deeply, body to body, skin to skin, tongues thrusting, hands exploring, teeth nipping—hungrily devouring each other. As he buried himself inside
Jamison stared at the photo for a moment.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Liv?” His voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.
“I tried, but you didn’t return my calls.”
“Oh, my God.” He raked a hand over his anguished face and sighed a miserable sigh. “I am so sorry.”
“Jamison, look at me.”
He did. Square in the eyes. With their gazes locked, she said, “There has never been another man for me. Never has, never will be. I love you. ”
He got up and went over to her, sat next to her and pulled her close.
As he kissed her tenderly, first her lips, then her neck and her collarbones, she decided that there was no need to rake him over the coals over having her followed. She had nothing to hide. She’d told him everything…and now she wanted to give him everything.
He’d never felt such overwhelming relief in his entire life. Deep inside he’d known Olivia was true to their marriage, to him, but he hadn’t realized just how afraid he was to lose her.
He felt as if he’d been given a second chance, a new lease on life, on their marriage, and he was so overwhelmingly happy that they’d wiped the slate clean, that they were starting over.
He wanted to show her how much he’d ached for her, how much he’d missed her and longed for this reunion. He wanted to show her with his lips and hands and body why he was the only man for her.
Right there in the living room, on the chintz couch, she responded as he held her and touched her and tasted her. In response his own body swelled and hardened. He loved the feel of her slight body, so fragile to his touch. When he moved his hands to her hips, cupping her body and pulling her closer, she arched against him, firing the hardness of his desire.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she murmured breathlessly.
He raised his hands to her small breasts, cupping them through her thin sweater, savoring their slight curves before teasing her hard nipples. She gasped. Her head fell back and she seemed to lose herself in his touch.
But only for a moment when she slid her hand down the front of his trousers and claimed his erection. Over and over she teased him, rubbing and stroking his desire through the layers of his wool pants and briefs. It had been so long and the sensation was almost too much to bear.
He wanted to savor this moment. So, he took her hands in his and eased her down on the couch,kissing her throat and playfully biting down on her earlobe as he did.
The thought of making love to her sent a hungry shudder racking his whole body. Suddenly he needed her naked so that he could bury himself inside of her.
Now.
When he pushed up her skirt up around her waist, he saw that she was wearing a garter belt and stockings. The sexy sight of her almost undid him.
She must have sensed as much, because she reached up and unbuttoned his pants. She slid down the zipper and he moved so that she could push his pants down so that he was free.
It felt like the first time again. Wanting to savor the moment, he slowed down and undid each button on his shirt, shrugging it aside so that it dropped to the floor. In one swift, gentle motion, he lifted her so that he could remove her buttery soft sweater.
She lay beneath him in her bra and stockings looking like a slice of heaven. He must have been crazy to have thought they needed time apart.
Slowly, he unhooked the front clasp on her bra. As he freed her breasts, he lowered his head and, in turn, took each one into his mouth, suckling until she cried out in pleasure. As they lay together naked, despite the need driving him to the edge of madness, again, he purposely slowed down, taking a momentto drink in the way her beautiful body looked and to bask in how much he loved her.
And then they were reaching for each other and kissing each other deeply, body to body, skin to skin, tongues thrusting, hands exploring, teeth nipping—hungrily devouring each other. As he buried himself inside
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