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Genevieve ran her fingers over his close-shaved head, loving the feel of his skin, and the way he leaned into her touch.
When she traced the strong column of his neck and across his shoulders, she was careful to avoid the injured area.
But he caught her wrist."It's okay.You won't hurt me."
"I don't want to cause you any more pain."
"You can't cause pain," he said.He skimmed his hands along her sides, making her shiver with pleasure."Being with you like this is healing, not hurting."
When she looked into his eyes, she saw such tenderness there.This strong, brave man was treating her like something precious.He explored her body with his touch, his lips following the path his hands had traced.
With cheek against her skin, he said, "You're so beautiful, and so many times I imagined being with you like this."
"I was starting to think it would never happen."She arched beneath his touch."It seemed that we'd continually be interrupted by danger or crisis."
"There is only us," Abe said.Before she could speak, he claimed her mouth in a kiss that left no doubt about his intentions.
Their lovemaking was passionate but tender, filled with whispered endearments and excited exploration.Abe moved with careful consideration for her pleasure, taking his time to fully convey his desire for her.
When she exhibited caution for his shoulder, Abe showed her with his body how much he wanted her.He was clear that nothing could keep him from this special interlude.
Genevieve felt as though she were discovering lovemaking for the first time.With her ex-husbands, physical connection had felt like performance, like she was playing a role rather than expressing genuine feeling.But with Abe, every touch was authentic, and every kiss was real.Each moment of intimacy deepened their emotional bond.
In a world of her own, Genevieve gave herself to Abe completely.Passion exploded into a fiery need that couldn't be satisfied.Gentleness vanished, as she couldn't get close enough, couldn't give or receive enough earth-shattering pleasure.
When they finally came together completely, Genevieve spiraled into an explosion of shared ecstasy.She was one with the man she loved.
She recognized the depth of love, a melding of hearts and minds and souls that left her feeling more complete than she'd been before.
Afterward, Abe wrapped his arm around her and held her close to his side.In his embrace, Genevieve was where she belonged.
She breathed the words, "That was incredible."Then she put her hand on his bicep, lovingly…and a bit possessively.
"It was perfect," he said, stroking her hair."You'reperfect."
*****
Genevieve watched Abe's face as he drifted toward sleep.She admired the strong line of his jaw, and the way his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks.Glancing down, she imagined his nakedness under the sheet.
Abe's peaceful expression was comforting.Her heart overflowed with love for this man who'd opened his life and his heart to her despite any risk.
Being with Abe felt natural and right.She belonged there, in his arms, in his bed, and in his life.The certainty of it was life changing in the best possible way.
In her mind, she replayed their lovemaking, amazed by how emotionally fulfilling it had been.Every touch had been a communication, and every kiss had held a promise of something lasting and real.
Worry flickered through her mind as she studied his sleeping face, looking for any signs of pain or discomfort from his shoulder.But his breathing was deep and even.He needed the healing rest.
Despite everything they faced and the unknown challenges ahead, Genevieve felt a profound sense of hope and gratitude.She pressed one more kiss to his chest and whispered, "I love you," even though he couldn't hear her.
She was unquestionably in love.For the first time in her life, that love was returned with equal intensity and commitment.She snuggled against Abe while he slept.
*****
Upon waking, Genevieve luxuriated in bed with her eyes closed.She savored the memory of the night before and the way her body still hummed with contentment.
Images of Abe waking from his nap the day before, with seemingly unending desire for her, filled her mind.Yesterday, until daylight vanished, Genevieve had been his only focus.He wanted her, and showed her just how much.
Unwilling to interrupt their private moments, Genevieve had opted to stay in that evening.Abe was an amazing cook.He started by chopping bell pepper, onions, and celery.After adding the stock, sausage, and spices, he let the mixture simmer until it was just right.
