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“Because I was hurting and heartbroken, and trying to pretend like I wasn’t,” I explain, struck by the bitter irony. I’d wanted him to see me happy and carefree, and he had. Just at the worst possible time for us. “But believe me, I went home after every one of those parties and cried myself to sleep, wishing I was with you, instead.”
Fraser’s handsome face burns with guilt. “Fuck, Jolene—”
“I’m not saying it to make you feel bad now,” I add quickly. “It was a long time ago. I turned out OK, didn’t I?”
He nods, his stormy gaze still fixed on me. “More than OK,” Fraser says softly. Reverently. “Jolene…”
I swallow hard. “And you’re fine, too,” I blurt, suddenly painfully aware of my racing heart, and the intimacy crackling between us. “And Kittie, and Kyle, and Eddie seem good. It’s a testament to you, and how you raised them—”
“Jolene,” Fraser cuts me off, taking a step closer. And another. “What happened last night..."
Oh God.My mouth turns dry, remembering the feel of his body against me. How safe I’d been in his arms.Like I was home.
“Uh huh?” I manage, as he keeps approaching, closing the distance between us, until he’s towering over me, only inches away.
Fraser reaches out, and touches a single finger beneath my chin, tilting it up to look at him. “It wasn’t just history repeating, was it?” he asks, gazing down at me.
And God, I could lose myself in his eyes, and never come up for air.
Slowly, I shake my head.
“It was real for you, too?” he questions.
I nod. “It was always real,” I whisper. “The only reason it hurt so badly was because I loved you so much.”
Fraser exhales, a soft rush of warm air against my lips. “Mo chridhe,” he murmurs, and my knees go weak.
“What does that mean?” I whisper, already drowning. Already swaying closer, like gravity.
He smiles at me tenderly, brushing a lock of hair from my face. “It’s Gaelic,” he says. “It means… ‘My heart.’ Because you have it, Jolene. You always did.”
And I’m done.
I couldn’t hold back from him if I tried. I lean up to close the final distance between us, my mouth finding his, pouring all my emotion and heartache and hope into that one simmering, tender kiss.
God, it’s perfect. Our chemistry never went away, but for the first time since seeing him again, it’s not just wild heat and fraught attraction; it’s the two of us, saying what words can’t. No more barbs, and defenses, and carefully holding back.
Just us. Passion and sweetness. And I’ve never wanted anything more.
Fraser kisses me deeper, the fever rising now, heat like sunshine in my veins. “I’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs, dropping kisses on my cheekbones, my jawline, my nose. “Jolene…”
I moan softly in pleasure, hearing him say it. “Show me,” I whisper back, wrapping my arms around his neck, wanting to hold on tight and never let go. Not this time. “Show me everything you missed.”
Fraser’s eyes flash with passion. He lifts me effortlessly, gripping me around my hips and carrying me down the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom. He tips me back onto the bed, and I sprawl there, gazing up at him, watching him strip off his shirt. “No, wait,” I stop him, going up on my knees to peel away the clothing myself. I run my hands over his chest and torso, trailing kisses over every inch.
“I thought I was the one showing you,” he says, with a curl of a smile, and I beam up at him, dazed with happiness. Drunk on the sight of him in the dim light, tall and broad-shouldered andmine.
He’s always been mine.
“I’m impatient,” I tell him with a grin, reaching for his belt. He chuckles, as I open his pants, and run a hand over the thick length of him, straining in his briefs.
“Tough shit, sweetheart.” In an instant, Fraser has me on my back again, peeling off my jeans and panties, and settling between my thighs. “I’ve been waiting ten years for another taste of you.”
And then he’s licking up against me, and I cry out in pleasure. God, it feels too good. He laps at me, soft and insistent, exploring slowly, taking his time. I whimper and shake against him, tangling one hand in his hair as the other grips onto a pillow, and my body arches, in bliss. “Fraser…” I gasp, as his tongue swirls over my clit, driving me crazy. “Oh God,oh!”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he delves deeper, easing two fingers inside me. “It’s me. Say it.”
“Fraser,” I cry again, half-begging as I feel the sweetness begin to rise, tight in the base of my spine. “Fraser,please…”
