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Putting her heel to his knee, she slid her foot along his calf. “You are soft as satin.”
“Not all of me,” he said as she undulated and pressed her belly to the rise of his shaft.
“No. Some parts are beautifully hard.” She wrapped her hand around his cock. “Beneath all that satin.”
“You do me honors, my dear, and I have much to explore of my own.” He cupped one pretty breast and sank over her nipple to lave it and suck.
She arched up. “That is…”
He sucked on her other breast. “Yes. This one too.”
He ran his hand down her ribs to her waist, so small, her hips nicely wide, and into her nether hair, thick and wet with the desire of wanting him. “I have no words,” he murmured as he sank his fingers inside her tight little channel.
She arched high into his embrace. “Yesss, there. Just…there.”
“And here,” he offered as he found her little nub, then tapped it and pinched it.
She panted. “That…”
He circled her clitoris and elicited another gasp from her pink lips. “Is wonderful.”
“And I need…”
“More?”
“Yes!”
“This?” He positioned himself at her entrance and sank in bit by bit.
“Yes, and yes,” she murmured each time he possessed her and retreated, only to repeat it all again.
Until at last, he was deep inside her velvet heat, and she clutched at his shoulders, rubbed her breasts against him, and said, “Yessss,” one sweetly torrid time. Then, with artful care for the woman whom he’d treasure like this each day for the rest of his life, he brought them both the joy they had never before known.
Chapter Twelve
Making loving withTate Cantrell left her in awe and yearning for more of him. After her first climax, she could not part with Tate and clung to him, astonished at the act and that she had finally had him as a woman takes a man she adores.
He made to move, and she complained. “I hate to let you go.”
He rolled her to her back and took her mouth in a demanding kiss. “I never go far from you. I aways return.”
With another kiss filled with yearning and acceptance, she did let him go. But he returned scant minutes later with warmer blankets that he curled around her shoulders. She watched him, still struck that he loved her, he was here, and they were one.
“You are a treasure.” He caressed her cheek. “I can scarcely believe you’re mine. But you are.”
She luxuriated in the bedding like an animal nesting. “We will do that again?”
“Oh, yes. And soon.”
She relaxed. “Not just once a day.”
“No.” He twirled a curl near her cheek. “Once an hour for many years.”
She guffawed. “You will never work again.”
He rolled over her, propped on his elbows, his enthusiastic body rising to declare his interest. “I’ve worked for years for others. Now I’d say it’s time I devote myself to my wife.”
Her heart danced. “You’ll marry me?”
