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"How could you know that?"

"Because there wasn’t a chance in hell I intended to die withoutlove to you at least one more time"

Her chin tre twice as fast as that delicate pointy chin of hers Strategy went out the openon thethe waves of her hair

All the want tamped down from their kiss earlier, from months, from the first time he laid eyes on her, powered to life He held himself in check Barely Now his hands weren’t much steadier than hers, so he let his fall to cup the sides of her neck Her shaky fingers slid to rest on his chest

And the next thing he knew, they were kissing again

Not frenzied, like the out-of-control exchange in the parking lot earlier But slow Deliberate No rowl rumbled low in his chest, the instinctual sound of primal possession he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to--and he didn’t want to stop anything

Apparently, neither did his wife

Sheover his shoulders, her bracelets cool against the overheated skin along his neck Her body flowed over his while she kissed him with all the sweet passion she’d poured over hio the first time he’d persuaded her to join him in the back seat of her BMW

Heaven help him, he would have more restraint now than he’d shown then Even if her soft hands were crawling into the neck of his flight suit with hungry persistence

Still in control He could take this a little further No proble his mouth over one corner of her lips, then the other, he lowered her back onto the seat, careful to keep his weight off her, for the baby, for her fragile fraile in their strong grip on his back, his wildcat wife’s fingernails digging tiny moons into his shoulders

He deepened their kiss, explored the warm moistness of her, wanted to explore more, now, sooner, but daled closer, soft body and softer brsts driving hi nuts He had to touch her More of her

Any of her

He stroked up her side along the loose blouse No objections from his wife He skiroan of content from her lips into him

She arched to fill his hand, rolled her shoulders so his touch becanancy pluotten how it also increased her sensitivity, so they’d enjoyed to the fullest in those early days of e

What a waste not tobut wasteful

He worked his thuh even a bra and thin cotton, tugged it gently between two fingers She nearly came up off the bench seat Rena’s breathy, needy whie ahead Her hps rocked up and against hi around his hips

Still in control? Barely And fast on his way to not at all Hell, forty-two years old and he felt as horny as at twenty So desperate to have this woman, so tempted to let the past replay

But even then he’d known it rong He rong for her Still, he’d lost his hold on reason the first tiht up in the ht suit

Like now Except not in the least hesitant this time, instead confident in exactly what turned hi her

Stop He had to stop if he ever wanted a chance at ain, drawing away in increments, a man addicted to the taste of her and unable to make a clean break All the more reason to pace hiainst the velvet skin where her neck met her shoulder, a spot he happened to know turned her inside out

Her fingers threaded through his hair, her touch anchoring hiainst his head "I’d forgotten what a great kisser you are until you reminded me this afternoon And now"

"I’m not sure whether to be complimented or insulted, babe"

"Definitely cootten"

"It’s just been so long"

"Only threeabout her from that time The shape of her hip under his palm The taste of her skin The flowery scent of her sha the dark, e time before that, JT"

Hell Turbulence ahead And he didn’t have a clue what to say next He’d pretty much blown his wad on sensitivity with the comment just before she’d kissed hieant Sensitivity? Not

She stiffened under hiatory pecks on the cheek on your way out the door don’t count And e had sex, we prettylooks to clothes off in under two seconds"

Tiled up and off her "Hey lady, are you accusing er?"