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This dinner was about Ron, not about us.
But when he sat down across from me, served my food, and poured a glass of wine, knots formed in the center of my stomach. They stayed all through dinner while we talked and laughed, and I told him stories about Ron when he was a baby. By the time dinner came to an end, I realized two hours had passed, and I was still lingering over my second glass of wine.
In silence, I helped him clear the table and wash the dishes.
His hand kept brushing against mine, sending jolts of electricity racing up and down my spine. I kept sneaking glances at him, at his smooth angular face, and I found myself wondering if he still felt as good as I remembered. With a tiny shake of my head, I moved away and strode straight for the door.
Bernard hurried after me, holding my purse in his hands. “You almost forgot this.”
“Thanks.” Our hands brushed when I reached to take it from him. Shivers raced up and down my spine. His eyes darkened as he bridged the distance between us and my back was pressed against the wall. My breath hitched in my throat when he brought one hand up on either side of me and brought his mouth inches away from mine.
I covered the distance between us and kissed him.
He made a low growling noise in the back of his throat and pulled me to him. Bernard rubbed his hands up and down mybare arms, causing the butterflies in my stomach to erupt. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and whimpered.
This was how it was supposed to feel between was.
It was how it was supposed to feel all the time.
How had I let myself forget it?
Forget him?
His hands moved from my arms to my waist, and he dug his fingers in. I threw my head back and linked my fingers over his neck. Every kiss and every touch drove me closer and closer to the edge, wiping away every insecurity and every doubt I had about the two of us. He hoisted me up, so my legs were around his waist. Then he carried me into the bedroom, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my neck the entire way.
My entire body felt like it was on fire from the inside out.
Like I was going to explode into a million pieces, and he was the only thing keeping me together. I clung to him and ignored the steady pounding in my chest. He set me down on the edge of the bed and stepped away. In the soft light of the lamp, he studied me, his eyes moving from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.
When he was done, I reached for him, my fingers trembling as I helped him out of his clothes. I caught a glimpse of smooth, tanned skin before his mouth was on mine again. With a sigh, I squeezed my eyes shut and fell backward. Bernard’s touch was searing and demanding as he moved over my body. Suddenly, he stood up and helped me to my feet.
“I want to see you,” Bernard whispered in a thick voice. “I want to see every last inch of you, Rachel.”
“I want you to,” I murmured before lifting my hands over my head. Bernard helped me pull my shirt off before moving to my jeans. He fumbled with the zipper, making low grunting noises the entire time. Once he pulled them down over my hips, I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them away.
Bernard’s eyes didn’t leave my face as he knelt down in front of me, so he was on his knees on the carpet. He held onto my waist and pressed hot kisses along the inside of my thighs. Wave after wave of desire built within me, growing stronger and more powerful until he moved my legs open and pressed a kiss to my center.
I wound my fingers through his hair and threw my head back. “Oh, Bernard. That feels so good.”
“We’re just getting started, Rachel,” Bernard said in between kisses. He inserted one finger in between my wet folds, then another. “I have five years to make up for, and I’m just getting started.”
When he inserted another finger, my hips bucked, and I ground against him. He shifted us, so I fell back onto the bed, with him still in between my legs. Bernard gripped my hips, and his tongue darted out, licking a path straight to my bundle of nerves. Something familiar tightened in the center of my chest. I twisted my head to the side and moaned.
“You taste so good, Rachel,” Bernard murmured.
I could feel his eyes on me.
When I forced my eyes open and looked at him, I nearly came undone then and there. His blue eyes were full of hunger and yearning, and I couldn’t look away.
I didn’t want to.
Not when he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.
He lowered his head and moved against me, making low noises the entire time.
“Oh, Bernard. You feel amazing.” I breathed, spots dancing in my field of vision. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“I won’t,” Bernard growled, his voice reverberating in my ears. He continued to move, swiping his tongue back and forth until my pulse quickened and my chest exploded. I shook against him, and he held me still while I rode out my high. Once my vision cleared, he set me down on the bed and climbed on top of me.
