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He had stayed at the hospital for two whole days, just leaving briefly to go home and change and then he was back. He had brought work with him as well and nothing she said to him was making him budge. She still had not forgiven him, but as usual, he was breaking down her resistance.
“I can do it from here.” He plumped her pillows behind her head and went to get her a glass of water.
“I don’t want you waiting on me hand and foot. I am not an invalid.”
“I know.”
His unwavering patience was getting on her nerves. She knew what he was doing. She had been a bitch to him and he was the only one being apologetic. It made her feel like an even bigger bitch.
She started to reach for the jar of cocoa butter to rub on her stomach but he got to it first. She watched as he uncapped the jar and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I can do it."
"I know,” he repeated. Drawing the sheets down, he lifted her nightgown. Dipping his fingers in, he scooped up a generous amount of the cream and started to rub it slowly over her bulge. His gentle movements were getting to her and she could feel the tears at the back of her eyes.
"Damn you," she whispered achingly.
"I am sorry." His eyes met and held hers as he continued to rub her belly. "I adore you darling and that is never going to change. No matter what you say or do."
"I was a bitch to you." The tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I don't deserve you and I wondered if you had found someone else and was with her. I could not stand it. If you leave-“
"Never!" he responded fiercely. Putting the jar away, he pulled her nightgown down and climbed in next to her. "How can you even entertain that thought?" He turned her around to face him.
"Sweet Christ Remi! I am head over heels in love with you. Don't you get that? I cannot look at another woman. I see only you. You are the beginning and the end for me. You have me all twisted up inside. I am thirty-five goddamn years old and for the first time in my life, I am in love. It scares me."
He cupped her face, uncaring that he was leaving smears of cream on her flesh. "You are it for me. I want you to finally believe that. I am going to hover and worry when you are out and about. Because the thought of something happening to you makes me weak. I love you so much darling.”
He was peppering her face with kisses. "You are my life." He kissed her forehead and then moved to her nose. "My heart." He was kissing one cheek and then the next. "My entire being." He kissed the sides of her lips and then hesitated.
"Wade-"
"I should let you get some rest." The painful evidence of his arousal was obvious. She could feel it against her thigh.
"No." She reached for him, fingers tearing at his sweater feverishly. "No." She felt as if a fire had been lit inside her and someone was fanning the flames.
"No. I-" She dragged the sweater over his head and then the white undershirt to get to his skin. It had been just three days or was it four? She had no idea, but it was too long and she had to feel him. "Make love to me. Now."
"Darling, I can't," he was whimpering, his heart working overtime. "We can't."
"We have to." He groaned when she reached into his pants and cupped his hard pulsating flesh. "Wade, I need you. If you don't do this for me, I am going to die. I am so wet-"
"Christ!" he exploded. He could not resist. He wanted her too much. Pushing her hand away, he dragged off his clothing. "I will try and be gentle."
"You don't have to." She was panting, her fingers digging into his chest. She had never felt this horny before, it was like someone else had taken over her body and was directing the steps.
"Now! Now! Now!" She pulled him down on top of her. "I cannot stand it." Her arms encircled his neck as he hastily entered her. They both went still and stared at each other.
"Darling." His voice was broken, he was completely shattered by her. "My sweet love." He bowed his forehead to hers and tried to move slowly, sinking into her, his cock swelling even more.
"Give me more."
"I should stop-" He brushed his lips against hers lightly, but she was not having any of it." Her arms tightened around his neck as she introduced tongue. The passion exploded between them, setting off a madness that had him driving into her with a force that pushed her up against the padded headboard.
The climax claimed her immediately. He swallowed her cries, barely feeling it when her nails dug into his flesh. He was too far gone by then, his own body one long sensitive nerve ending. His heart felt as if it was being shoved out of his chest. His blood was boiling.
He tried to slow things down, but it did not work and before long, he was pouring himself into her. This was what had been missing, he thought hazily. Over the past several days that he had not been with her, this was what had been missing, the intimacy.
He had stayed away from her that one night and felt as if he was not whole. Now he was, the feel of her flesh against him made him whole again, made it right again. It was where he belonged, where he would always belong.
