Page 43 of Two Hearts Reunited

She started laughing. “Only since you’ve been back in town.”

“And then you’re wearing those high heeled boots.” Eric started laughing too. “We’re something else aren’t we? I feel like we’re taking up right where we left off as teenagers.”

“I feel the same way too,” she admitted, dropping to the mattress and yanking off one boot first and then the other.

Walking around to her side of the bed, he sat beside her, gazing into her violet-blue eyes. They were so lovely and expressive.

“I swear your eyes change color with your moods,” Eric said hoarsely, silently crawling across her on the bed, before pulling her into his arms and covering her mouth with his.

“Finally,” she whispered when they surfaced for air.

She fell back onto the bed with him. Every point of contact was hot as he explored and caressed her, dragging his hands and mouth along from her lips and on to the smooth soft hollow of her throat, before slipping down her camisole and moving down to sip at the nipple of her breast.

Anya couldn’t get over the fact that he could be so gentle with all the power in the muscular body that was covering her. She loved the weight of him, the tang of his scent, which was familiar in some ways, and some ways not.

When he suddenly moved off her, she was silently screaming for more. But then his mouth found her breast again, and she was alive with desire and sensation as his teeth pulled gently at her nipple.

Gradually, he moved his mouth lower, over her stomach and between her thighs, tasting and stroking, letting no single part of her go untouched as she trembled in response.

The tension built to an incredible degree, finally spilling free from Anya with a soft explosive cry. But touching him was something she couldn’t seem to stop, and she kept running her hands up and downthe length of his back and over his buttocks. She still couldn’t believe he washere.

And when he groaned, she urged Eric closer, wanting—no, needing—to feel him inside her. When he stared down at her, his eyes were alive with a need that gripped her completely.

It was the deep-down connection that she’d always felt from this one single man. And as he finally slid into her, everything in Anya’s world suddenly felt right again.

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Eric had to search for breath as he held Anya’s gaze. His chest felt tight when his heart started pounding hard before his mouth dropped helplessly down once again on hers.

He felt like he was burning and on fire. But maybe that was because of the heat running feverishly through his body and straight to his groin. When his endlessly demanding kiss parted her lips, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, so he’d be able to taste more of her. He’d been holding back, and his need for Anya was shooting through him as desire flooded past his defenses.

She was definitely feeling desire too because she was thoroughly kissing him back, running her hands around him and across his buttocks. Her fingers were firing up the heat that was already coursing through his body.

He was hot and hard, and Anya was definitely wanting as Eric plunged into her again.

Lifting his shoulders a fraction further, enough to appreciate the way her body undulated with each thrust, absorbed each forceful penetration as he rode her, filled her, he watched as he pushed her step by step closer to the peak.

When he thrust deeper and harder, Anya gasped as her body arched greedily under his.

His breathing seized as he felt the tension inside her coil and felt her tighten beneath him. Her thighs gripped his as he released, held and beckoned. As her ragged breathing echoed through the air, it was a softer sound overlaying the rasp of his own staggered breath.

She reached for him and tried to pull him down to her. Without breaking their rhythm, he shifted his hips, pressing more intimately between hers. His thrusts became deeper still.

Harder still.

Flexing his spine, he withdrew and surged in again.

She reached for him, tried to pull him toward her, where she met his thrusts and shared the heat.

As he came, he felt himself falling from an unimaginable height, weightless and almost without substance.

The intensity of it caused Anya to arch and cry out incoherently, and his mouth covered hers, cutting off the sound as he tasted her pleasure.

A shudder shook both of them at the same time, and the tension that had been strung so tightly between them was gone. In its wake, was a satisfying exhaustion and intense satisfaction.

“Oh, Eric.”

“Oh, Anya,” he responded softly, wrapping her gently into his arms.

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