When she could speak again, she giggled and said, “…and how.” Reaching for him, he scooted up beside her and leaned into her embrace.
“I love you, Morgaine. I never thought I’d love someone this much again.”
“I never thought I’d love someone this much at all.”
As he kissed her, she felt a shared, deep, emotional connection. She could have let him kiss her all day and night, but it was his turn for satisfaction, and she dearly wanted to give it to him.
At last, Sly broke the kiss and tapped her knees. She parted them. He climbed over one leg and kneeled in the V she madefor him. She held is hooded gaze as he entered her. An unspoken bond had them moving together in one fluid motion.
How did I get so lucky? I found the love of my life, right under my nose.
Sly’s rhythm sped up and she knew he was close. She twined her legs around his back and let him take her however he wanted to.
Eventually his motions became irregular, and his gasp told her he had found his peak. He jerked, then stilled, then collapsed on top of her.
“Thank you,” he whispered in her ear.
She giggled. “Anytime, stud.”
Spending a week in bed was something Morgaine never pictured doing…at least not without being ill. She and Sly had been constant companions ever since they returned from the morgue and barely made it out of the bedroom long enough to avoid starvation. Gwyneth took over the phone sex calls, gladly.
He’d said he would make love to her until she understood he really believed her to be the most beautiful woman in the world. She enjoyed being thoroughly convinced.
Other than setting up the wine-making operation in Sly’s kitchen, they hadn’t accomplished a thing.
“Sly?”
He propped himself on his elbow and dragged a finger over her torso. “Yeah.”
She shivered. “Don’t start that again.”
“Why not?”
She chuckled. “Because I’m getting sore.”
He snatched his hand back. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“I just did.”
“Oh.” Sly’s expression turned from one of concern to playfulness. He took a lock of her hair, curled it around his finger and kissed it. “Imagine if we were both Vampires. We’d never have to worry about too much loving. Even if we went at it like out-of-control jackhammers, you’d heal in seconds.”
Morgaine raised her eyebrows. She’d have reacted more forcefully, but a) she didn’t have the energy and b) she’d been thinking the same thing.
“Would you really want me to be undead with you?”
Sly shook his head, sadly. “No. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. It’s just that—”
He didn’t finish his thought. He simply levered himself to a seated position on the bed. Bending over her, he took her hand in his and caressed it.
“I love you, Morgaine. I never thought I’d love again, but God or the Goddess or whatever powers-that-be there are must have decided to give me a second chance.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he placed his finger against her lips and whispered, “Shhh. I have more to say…much more.”
“All right.”
He kissed her knuckles and took a deep breath. “Before we got close, I liked you. I thought of you as a friend and a woman I admired.”
“And now…”
