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She shut her eyes. A burst of passion overruled her, greater than hate, greater than anything.
He reached between their bodies to pull the drawstring of his pants open, his arms fully extending as he positioned himself over her once more. He was naked now. As naked as she.
What Landon revealed made her eyes widen and her mouth flood for a taste. His penis strained, enormous and powerful.
“Don’t be frightened.” He cupped the back of her head and held her imprisoned for his descending lips. She responded to his kiss, drowning in a sea of ecstasy, loving how his arousal rubbed against her stomach. She was swept into a tide of lust as he gently rocked it against her.
A need for him, for feeling him buried into her depths, built and clenched inside her womb.
Her hands roamed and savored the silk of his skin under her fingers, his form solid and heavy and smooth, his jaw deliciously abrading her skin as he nuzzled her breasts. Simple, unadultered lust. It was just that. But it felt like more, like it was everything. A deluge of sensations assailed her.
“I’ve pictured you like this so many times, Bethany.” He reached between her legs and his touch slipped and slid into her. “I pictured you wet…as wet as this. Soaked for me.”
She was lost in his eyes, their warmth swirling around her. She surged upward, clutching his shoulders, and scraped her cheeks like a
cat against the faint stubble of beard along his jaw.
“Landon.” Her fingers then trailed down the furring of dark hair on his chest. His mouth was a flame racing through her skin. Every groan of his surged in her blood like a drug, intoxicating her.
His tone slid like a rasp of silk, low and seductive. “My beautiful wife.”
Twisting her head on the pillows, she caught him closer to her, bringing his prominent erection to nestle between her thighs. She parted her legs—a perfect fit. “Please.”
He started leaving her, and her limbs clenched around him in panic. “No!”
“Shh. I’m merely getting a condom.”
She released him, flustered. “Oh.” She stole a glimpse of his rigid stomach, his hair-dusted thighs and calves as he bit the foil packet and tore it open with his teeth. He slid the protection on, and she had never seen anything sexier than Landon’s hands, covering his erection. “What?” he persisted with gentle firmness.
She shuddered, pierced with rapture as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Thank you—for remembering about that.”
He dragged her over his lap, his hands guiding her legs around his hips. He impaled her slowly, completely, and groaned. His lips locked around her risen nipples and suckled. She bucked as pleasure shot through her. He blew and licked at the peaks, killing her softly. Heat spread through her body, unfurling like ribbons. She heard her moans, their bodies slapping in rhythm. His cheeks were flaming hot, Beth’s body perspiring and quivering like a strained bow.
She’d never known anything could be like this, this togetherness existed, this passion, this need and this hunger.
His hips arched into hers hard. Over and over again. His hands guided her own movements, bouncing her against him. Faster, deeper, with more purpose.
Her body ruled, screamed, opened and closed around him. The burn intensified, the clench in her womb unbearable.
Her cry came first, but the sound he made was greater, so sexy, so low, torn from his chest as he shuddered.
And in that instant it was just him and her, no war, no one else, but Beth and Landon.
Eleven
He wanted to see her.
One night, one long board meeting, three phone calls, one conference call and two coffees later, Landon Gage wanted to see his wife in the middle of the morning.
Holy God, he’d never felt like this. Superhuman, all powerful, complete.
In the six years before her he’d needed nothing but himself. Now it was early morning, and he stood in his office by the sunlit window, remembering how he’d woken up with a warm, snuggly Beth less than four hours ago. His body hungered still, an animal awakened and demanding to take every need and craving not appeased for years. He wanted her again—right now.
But he would not be satisfied with just her body. He wanted something else.
The family he’d been robbed of.
Her trust, her respect, hell, her love.
