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She knew it was a bad question to ask, even before his eyes darkened. She really wasn’t trying to kill the mood. There was just so much between them that they needed to know about each other.
“That’s a story for another day,” he said.
Instinctively, she knew not to push him. It was the first personal detail—that and that he’d been married once before and he seemed to be convinced that everything worth loving fell apart in his hands. They were small steps. Tiny revelations she was learning about him. And if things kept going the way they were, she was confident that he would keep revealing himself to her bit by bit.
He swung his feet up onto the bed and propped himself up on one elbow. Reaching out, he smoothed a strand of hair off her forehead. His gaze was still dark, but now there was an intensity to it, and she felt herself melting like beeswax in his hands, especially when he trailed a thumb down her cheek, across her bottom lip, over the sensitive area at the base of her neck, until he reached the neckline of her sweater, where he teased the skin just below the surface.
Her mind skipped back to that first night they’d been together. He had instinctively known how to comfort her, how to please her. He’d made her feel as if she were the only woman in the world. Or at least the most adored woman in the world, and that’s exactly how he was making her feel right now. Right now, in this moment, her world consisted of the two of them and the babies they’d already made. She couldn’t imagine how life could be any sweeter.
His hands found their way to the bottom of her sweater and gently tugged it up and over her head, and then he made haste relieving her of her jeans, leaving her in just her bra and panties.
“Aren’t you glad I stoked the fire?” he said through a lopsided smile that was more sexy than it was humorous.
“Yeah, you’re good at that,” she said, gazing up into his smoldering eyes. So many nights she’d thought of him, sure that she’d never see him again, never again feel his touch that seemed to instinctively know how to please her.
As if he could read her mind, his hands found her breasts, and he moved his thumb over her hard, sensitive nipple, which was aching for his touch. As he worked his magic, she found herself inhaling a ragged breath a second before a low moan escaped her lips. She didn’t try to control her response; she let herself go, allowing her reaction to come spontaneously and unself-consciously.
She reached up and ran her hands over those shoulders that drove her crazy. His skin was as hot and his muscles as hard as a sheet of pressed steel. His body was smooth and strong with animal-like sexiness that had her summoning every ounce of self-control to keep from demanding that he take her right then and there. They were going to make love.
The heady realization racked Becca’s body with shudders. She couldn’t wait for him to do more of the same he’d done to her that first night they’d been together.
Of course, that night their lovemaking had created a baby—two babies. Right now, that seemed terribly romantic. Lying here with him naked and vulnerable, allowing him inside, past her personal barriers, there was no place to hide in the soft firelight. And that was fine because she couldn’t recall ever wanting anything more.
He ran his hand down her thighs, sliding them all the way to her knees and then back up until his fingertips found their way inside the edge of her panties. Gently hooking his thumbs in the elastic, he tugged them down and slipped them off. Then he lifted her ever so slightly and removed her bra with a couple of deft movements.
It wasn’t her lack of clothing that gave her pause as much as it was her emotional vulnerability. Could he read the desire in her eyes as clearly as she could read it in his? He put her at ease when he began placing gentle, unanticipated kisses on her body—on her forehead, on that ticklish spot behind her ears, trailing his way down until he’d reached the sensitive insides of her thighs.
Then he stopped, looking at her with possessive eyes. “I said I wanted to get to know you better.” His voice was low and sexy. “Show me what I need to know.”
He started running his hands over her, then he took her hand and moved it with his, allowing her to introduce him to her body, having her show him what she liked. This was something she’d never done during lovemaking.
He was incredibly gentle and generous. Not only did he know how to please, he seemed to give his all to every experience. Or maybe the explosiveness of his touch was a by-product of their personal chemistry.
Whatever the case, she loved everything he did. Everything he said. Everywhere he touched.
