Page 30 of One More Kiss

He made my thighs shake. Made my back arch off the bed. He made me slide, boneless, back to the soft comforter as I came down from an amazing orgasm.

He pressed his pelvis to mine, his lips to my neck where it met my shoulder.

I clasped him to me.

“Thank you.”

He chuckled. “Pretty sure that should be my line.”

I giggled. Damn, I was doing that a lot with him—there was a lot I did with Steve that I’d either forgotten how to do or deemed myself too old to enjoy or want. Steve proved me wrong.

His arms were firm as he maneuvered me so I was on my side facing him. We stared at each other, arms and legs still intertwined.

I blinked back tears. “Thank you for loving me,” I whispered. Overcome, I swallowed. He cradled me and I drew strength from him. Once I could speak again, I said, “Thank you for fighting for us.”

“Ah, beautiful, you did the fighting this go-round. I just made sure the boys were all martialed to our side.”

I smiled through my tears as I tipped my chin up to kiss him again.

“And that means everything.”

“I’m here for you, to stand by you, to fight for you.” He stared into my eyes until I nodded.

He took my mouth in a luxurious kiss.

“Always,” he breathed against my lips.

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