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He slid his tongue back inside in a slow exploration, as though he had never known such ecstasy. Her taste was as familiar to him as always. As her tongue slid across his, he felt his erection growing. His hand moved from her cheek down to her neck where he could feel her pulse beat wildly. His lips followed the trail of his hand, moving to that spot in the hollow of her neck where he nipped and licked.

She shivered with the sensations, knowing this was different from earlier. Then, she had just wanted a fuck and, while she knew he would have never agreed to just that, she tried hard to keep her emotions at bay. But this? This was the dance of lovers.

He felt her shiver again as he slid her shirt off and his hand moved to her breast. Tweaking one nipple as his lips found the other, he alternated between the breasts, sucking, nipping, tugging, and licking until both nipples were elongated with need.

As his mouth continued its ministrations, he slid his hand lower until her soaking folds were discovered. Inserting one finger, and then two, he moved them slowly, exploring her sex once more, finding just the right spots that had her squirming and moaning. He moved his fingers in a circle, deep inside and then pulling them out to swirl them around her clit before plunging back inside. His lips made their way back to hers, as his tongue mimicked his fingers.

She felt strung as tight as a bow, the waiting excruciating. Her hips undulated next to his as her hand moved down toward his cock. Before she could have her next coherent thought, the waiting was over as her inner walls grabbed at his fingers deep inside.

He watched as she leaned her head back, her hands fisted at her sides as her body jerked its response when the orgasm ripped through her.

“Baby doll, let me see you,” he whispered, eliciting her eyes to open. As she was coming down from her bliss, he moved on top of her, a question in his expression. Barely able to nod, she gave her silent permission as she clutched him closer to her.

With his dick at her entrance, he held her gaze as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Her eyes hooded with passion. Her lips plumped from their kissing. Her perfect teeth biting her bottom lip.Fuck, baby. You’re perfect.

The urge to pound into her waiting channel once again was strong, but he maintained a steady pace. Wanting her to have pleasure again, he moved excruciatingly slowly out before plunging in quickly. Over and over he did this until she was mad with desire.

He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder to gain deeper access and looked down to where their bodies were joined. Moving his cock in and out of her slick cavity, he watched with fascination at their coupling, then lifted his eyes, seeing her watch as well.Oh, hell, that’s hot.Her gaze moved up and captured his, a smile curving her beautiful mouth.

She tantalizingly slid her hands up to cup her breasts, pushing them together and then pinching the nipples, making them stand out further than he could have imagined. His breathing increased as he felt his balls tighten.

“Babydoll, I’m gonna come,” he rasped. “Touch yourself.”

She kept one hand on her breast and the other moved to her clit, where she tweaked the swollen bud. Just as her orgasm flooded over her, tears escaped, and she cried, “I need you. I’ve always needed you.”

Need isn’t the same as love, but it’s a start,he thought.Hearing the words he had longed to hear for four years tore into him just as his own release had him emptying himself deep into her warmth. “I need you too, Mackenna,” he whispered against her hair, as his body fell just to the side of hers, pulling her over with him.

Arms wrapped around each other, they held on tightly as though afraid the moment would be broken, and the magic would disappear.

Her heart pounded as her sweat slicked body lay across his. Her limbs were weightless as fatigue overtook her. Closing her eyes for just a moment she allowed the exhaustion of the day to ease her into slumber.

Not able to believe the turn of events, Jobe lay with her in his arms, her declaration of need still ringing in his ears. The evenness of her breaths told him she had fallen asleep, exhausted by physical exertion, mental strain, and emotional turmoil.Oh, Jesus, let me be worthy of her forgiveness…and love.

“I love you,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

Not quite asleep, she heard his words.

13

It was late afternoon by the time Mackenna awoke, sated from sex and sleep. Jobe allowed her the privacy of a shower, knowing that if he saw her naked again they would move straight to shower sex.

Running his hand through his hair, he could feel the pounding fear of the loss of control.That’s what love is—giving control to someone else knowing that with love comes a helpless feeling.A few deep breaths later, he looked up as she emerged from the bedroom, wet hair hanging down her back, fresh face and all smiles.

He stood, nervously waiting to see what she would do. He did not have to wait long. As soon as her gaze hit his, she strolled right over…straight into his arms. Wrapping her once again in his embrace, he kissed the top of her head.

“Baby doll?” She gazed expectantly, as he continued, “I thought you’d like to go over to my parents and you can see your mom.”

If he thought the smile she graced him with earlier was incredible, it was nothing compared to the blinding smile that she now bestowed on him.

“Thank you,” she effused, jumping up to kiss his cheek.

He turned his head and captured her lips with his in a deft maneuver. When the kiss reluctantly ended, she saw his smirk.

“You’re good at that,” she accused. “And you’d better not say that practice made perfect.”

“Only with you, doll. Only with you,” he assured.

An hour later, they arrived at his parents’ house. She glanced nervously over at him. “Do you think they’ll know?”

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