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He held out his hand. Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his. He opened his thoughts to her, unconcerned when she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was not projecting any feelings of bloodlust. His mind was too filled with the wonder of her love.
Chapter 19
HAND IN HAND, they walked into Desmond's bedroom. The bedroom that belonged to both of them, now.
Desmond stopped in the middle of the room, and turned Rebecca to face him. "I love you."
Now that the words had been said, he could not stop himself from repeating them. He slowly opened her blouse, pausing after each button to kiss the newly revealed flesh, and to tell her again that he loved her. By the time her blouse and bra had fallen to the floor, she was flushed with passion and swaying beneath his touch.
Her fingers fumbled with his shirt, and he shrugged it off. They embraced, chest to chest and cheek to cheek, as he stroked her silken back, and she trailed feathered caresses up and down his spine.
She nestled closer, lightly kissing his ear, and whispered, "Mmm. This is nice. And you thought we couldn't touch."
He wasn't sure why the blood lust was dormant, but he didn't intend to waste the opportunity. Holding her close, reveling in their love, he felt like he stood in a gilded moment forever set apart from the stream of time.
"I love you," he whispered again.
She shivered at the words, and slid her hands up to tangle in his hair. "I love you, too. Now kiss me."
He chuckled at her sweet demand, and fitted his lips to hers. She melted beneath him. Pulling his head down, she intensified the kiss, even as he slid his hands under the waistband of her jeans to press her closer, against his arousal.
A gentle fire was building inside him, but he felt no urgency. He could stand here forever, caressing Rebecca and celebrating their love.
Wanting more freedom for his explorations, he undid the button and zipper on her jeans, and pushed her pants over her hips. She wriggled out of them with a shimmy that temporarily stole his breath. Then he undid his own pants. Tilting his head back, he sighed in pleasure as she guided the clothing past his arousal and slid it to the floor.
Soon they were completely naked, heated flesh pressed to heated flesh, and still he drifted in a haze of happiness, willing to stay in her arms forever.
She sighed, and nibbled his lips with delicate kisses. "Tell me that you brought the condoms home from Las Vegas."
"I did." He dusted her lips with butterfly kisses. "Did you want me to get them?"
"Yes, please."
He chuckled. "So polite."
"Of course I am, when you're being so very, very nice to me."
"I can be better," he whispered.
"That's why we need the condoms."
Reluctantly, he pulled away from her. She pursed her lips in an adorable little pout, and rubbed her arms.
"It's cold without you."
"Get under the covers. I'll be back in a minute."
He opened the closet door, and quickly found the box he'd thrown in his suitcase. Turning, he was struck by the sight of Rebecca in his bed. The black satin comforter and ebony headboard accentuated her creamy skin and gray eyes, and the dark green sheets and pillows seemed made for her lustrous chestnut hair. Passion flushed her cheeks, and her kiss-swollen lips beckoned him back to sample their sweet honey.
"You are so beautiful," he said.
"You're not bad yourself. But you'd look a whole lo
t better close up."
Desmond laughed, and soon joined her beneath the covers. She immediately nestled close to him.
"Mmm. You're so nice and warm," she purred.
