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“We used lubricant. And we weren’t very…sexually active. Ever, really. And not at all after Catie came along.”
A crooked smile emerged on his full pink lips. “I can’t say I’m sorry to hear that.”
Maria grabbed his cheeks and pulled his handsome face toward hers. “Believe me when I tell you, Jeff. It was always you. There was never anyone else for me. Ever.”
“Oh, Mia.” His mouth clamped down on hers.
The kiss was possessive again, but not as reckless this time. It was deliberate and sensual…and true. Their tongues tangled together as they made love with their mouths. Jeff’s erection poked at Maria’s thigh. She wished he had taken his clothes off.
When she turned away to take a much-needed breath, she said, “You have too many clothes on.”
He chuckled. “I couldn’t agree more.” He stood and unbuttoned his shirt, and with each button came golden skin and dark chest hair. He was so gorgeous, the epitome of what a man should be. He was always so handsome, so masculine. Time hadn’t affected his manliness at all.
Her skin erupted in tiny bumps as she gulped with each further inch of exposed flesh. When he unzipped his jeans, she caught her breath. He toed off his boots and slid the jeans and boxers over his hips.
She gasped when his cock sprang free. It was as beautiful as she remembered—still with one purple vein decorating the shaft. Strange that she remembered each curve of that vein, like a meandering river. But she did. She remembered every centimeter of him.
He finished removing her jeans and lay next to her on the bed. His warmth flooded her, cocooned her, made her feel safe.
Made her feel loved.
Love.
He hadn’t said the words. She longed to hear them, but she wouldn’t push. She was thrilled that he’d come back to her bed, and she didn’t intend to waste a minute of it.
He kissed her again, while his strong, callused fingers toyed with her delicate folds. She moved against him, finding his rhythm, arching her hips in need.
Jeff flipped her onto her back and slid down her body, tra
cing her skin with his tongue as he went. Every nerve inside her sizzled. He kissed her neck, her chest, the plump swells of her breasts, her nipples, her belly. He swirled his tongue in her navel, and then lower…
She arched and cried out as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud of her clit.
“So long,” he said against her rigid flesh. “So long I’ve dreamed of tasting you again.” He slid his tongue over her dewy folds. “You’re so pretty down here. So plump and pink. I could look at you forever.” He grinned up at her, his chin glistening with her juices. “But I’d rather eat you.”
His coarse words evoked a memory and awakened every cell in her body. “Oh, Jeff. Please. Please.”
He dived into her sex, pulling at her labia, tonguing her clit and her opening. Maria grasped the bed sheets, arched her back, moved her hips to help him find the perfect spot to—
She shattered. A kaleidoscope of emotion too long dead whirled into her, beginning between her legs and radiating through her body all the way to her fingertips and toes. She heated, cooled, heated again. He continued his passionate assault. She climaxed again, and then again. Just when she thought she couldn’t take one more second of this exquisite torture, he pushed two fingers inside her slick channel, and she flew again into the throes of ecstasy.
When she landed back into reality, he was fingering her, slowly, deliberately, bringing her down. “You’re beautiful when you come, Mia.”
“Oh, Jeff.” Tears filled her eyes. “Jeff. I can’t believe it.”
He kissed her swollen sex and climbed up to her. “Don’t cry.”
She shook her head. “It’s a good cry. I promise. It’s just…”
He kissed her lips softly, his lips laced with her own tangy sweetness. “What?”
“Thirty-three years, Jeff. Thirty-three years since I’ve felt that.”
He grinned. “We always were dynamite together.”
She shook her head again. “No. I mean, yes. We were. We are.” Her words came out jumbled as she tried to get her mind to stop swirling from the nirvana she’d just experienced. “But that’s not what I meant.” She closed her eyes, inhaled. Opened them again and met his chocolate gaze. He had to know. He had to know the truth of what he meant to her. Had always meant to her.
“I mean, I haven’t had an orgasm in thirty-three years.”
