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Grace trust her fingers into his hair, clutching at it, trying to hold onto the small piece of sanity that was left to her.
But, still he continued to savor her body, obviously delighting in it, now that they were together again.
He straightened suddenly and unbuttoned his shirt, opening it, exposing his broad chest, the thick matted darkness of the hair.
As she stood inches away from him, she felt her throat tighten as the glorious sight of his perfectly muscled torso. His stomach was a tight ripple of muscle. She ran her gaze upwards. She'd forgotten just how broad his chest was.
Qazim threw the shirt to the side with an impatient gesture. His eyes were dark pools, gazing at her, watching how she examined him. She froze for a moment, seized by the impulse to touch him. She knew that if she did, there would be no stopping the consequences that would flow from that gesture.
She reached out her hand and placed it on his chest. She felt the heat of his skin and heard him gasp. His gaze dropped down to look at her hand.
Grace's heart quickened as she thought about what she could do next. The feel of his skin was intoxicating. She moved her fingers, tracing a teasing line across the muscles of his belly.
She saw his nostrils flare. He peered at her, his gaze steady and unmoving. She saw his eyes flicker with pleasure as she touched his firm stomach muscles.
She wondered how long she could resist moving her hand even lower.
Then it was clear he wasn't prepared to wait.
He undid the waistband of his pants and loosened them. He slid them down slowly, easing them across the length of his thighs. His legs were as powerful looking as the rest of him.
Grace swallowed. She couldn't take her eyes of the spectacle of Qazim revealing himself to her. How could she have ever forgotten how amazing his body was? The truth was, many times this past year, she'd played with the memories of their time together often enough to drive her to impossible frustration.
Qazim kicked his pants aside. Now he was only wearing his white boxers. Grace felt herself flush when she saw his firmness contained there, the power and promise of it making her draw in a sharp breath.
She looked at Qazim and saw the corner of his mouth curl with a cruel, appreciative smile. He knew the effect he was having on her. But it wasn't all one way traffic, she said to herself.
One look at his thickness beneath the fabric of his shorts and she could tell she was having an effect on him which was just as powerful, just as unstoppable.
He moved toward her. They were both partially clothed now.
Smiling at her, he crushed her against him and lavished another kiss on her mouth. This time it was even more intense. The contact of the broad expanse of her naked body against his, sent shockwaves of pleasure to her core. Heat flamed there, impossible to ignore.
The feel of his skin, his rough chest hair, against her was intoxicating, almost as much as the kiss which was now verging on ravenous.
With his powerful arms enveloping her, Grace slid her own arms around his back, her hands searching upwards to his shoulders. Even more than out on the terrace, she felt a part of him, connected already.
She knew there was more to come.
They held each other for long moments that seemed to stretch forever. Then, he turned, moving her to the bed. She felt the end of the bed press softly against the back of her calves.
She paused and they exchanged an unspoken, long moment, a primal understanding. They both knew what each of them wanted. What they both needed. The pleasure which was to come.
She unfastened her bra and dropped it to the floor. His gaze narrowed hungrily as he gazed at her breasts. Then she slid her panties down, sweeping them aside and finally kicking off her shoes.
She was naked before him. Utterly exposed. And she'd never felt more happy in her life. Never felt more comfortable, realizing that the man who stood before her, savoring the sight of her nakedness, loved her.
Had always loved her.
He'd told her often enough, and she'd always tried to push that certainty away. But here, right now, with Qazim looking at her like that, with such devotion and pure appreciation, she knew she never wanted to be anywhere else except by his side.
Qazim eased toward her and placed a hand at her waist. He curved his hand across her curves, teasing her with a gentle, patient touch. All the while he did that, he gazed at her, as if he'd never seen anything more beautiful, more lovely.
Then, he took a step back and hooked his fingers across the band of his shorts and with a smooth, slow and teasing movement, he eased them down.
Grace felt her face flush and felt the heat at her core intensify as she saw his firmness, fully revealed. She thought of how it would feel once he was inside her again and, somehow, that made every nerve quiver with anticipation.
He cast his shorts aside and came to her. He drew her against him, embracing her and she felt his hardness against her belly. Her heart was hammering in her chest, a ferocious, unstoppable force. She pressed her lips against the skin at his neck and curled her arm around his wide chest.
