I took him deeper, relaxing my throat, and he made a sound like he was dying.
“Agnes, stop—” His hands found my shoulders, pulling me up. “Stop, I’m going to?—”
I released him with a wet pop and smiled up at him. “That’s rather the point.”
“Not yet.” He dragged me up his body and kissed me, deeply, and I leaned into it, loving how free I could be with him again. “Not yet. I need to be inside you first. I need to feel you come apart around me.”
The words sent a pulse of heat straight to my core. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He reached past me to the nightstand, fumbling with a drawer, and emerged with a condom. I took it from his trembling hands and rolled it onto him myself, watching his jaw clench with the effort of holding back.
“Now,” I said, ever so politely. “Graham, please, I need you now.”
He rolled us over, settling between my thighs, and positioned himself at my entrance. For a moment, he just hovered there, the tip of him pressing against me, not quite inside.
“Look at me,” he said.
I met his eyes. They were soft and full of wonder, which made my heart ache.
“I love you,” he said. “I love you, Agnes Wright. I haveloved you for most of my life. And whatever happens after this? That won’t change. I will love you until I die, and probably long after that.”
My eyes stung. Reaching up, I hooked an arm around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him softly.
“I love you too,” I whispered. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
He pushed inside me.
We both went still.
The feeling of him—the stretch, the fullness, and the overwhelming rightness of it—stole my breath. He was big, and for a moment all I could do was feel.
It was just so right.
The way he filled me.
The way our bodies fit together like they’d been made for this.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice strained.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
He started to move.
He was slow at first, showing his restraint. His hips rocked against mine in a rhythm that felt sacred. He kissed me as he moved, my mouth, my neck, biting softly at my ear, and I clung to him like he was the only solid thing in a spinning world.
But the gentleness didn’t last.
It couldn’t. Not with years of wanting burning between us. My nails dug into his back, urging him faster. His control frayed and his thrusts grew harder. He rocked deeply into me, hitting a spot that was made just for him,and I keened out my appreciation as my muscles clenched around him, pulling him more deeply inside me.
“More,” I gasped. “Graham, please?—”
He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle, and drove into me harder. The new position had him hitting deep inside me, and stars burst behind my eyes.
“Right there,” I moaned. “Goddess, right there, don’t stop?—”
