The kiss was everything she knew it would be. His soft lips devoured her mouth and his hands attacked her hair like it was his salvation from painful memories. He grabbed handfuls and tugged, so her neck became exposed and his mouth could have full access.
Desired flooded her body, wetting areas that tingled with sensation. The sensations drove her to wrap a leg around his hips and push herself up against him where she felt his need for her prodding against her belly.
“Too many clothes.” She mumbled, the words coming out garbled.
He seemed to get the gist and answered. “Bedroom?”
Guiding him, lips firmly glued together, she stopped by the bed and pulled away. Her brain was mush but there was something important she needed him to know. In a flash, it came to her. “I love you too.”
“Thank goodness. Shall I help you?” He gestured to her pajamas, a pleased smile lighting his face when he zeroed in on the design.
“Yes, please.” She lifted her arms and waited.
He slowly undid the buttons on the top. When he saw her full breasts—the pink tips hard and jutting in his direction, she watched his eyes glow with anticipated excitement.
As if he couldn’t help himself, he leaned forward and took one firm peak in his mouth and sucked. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her. Going weak at the knees, she fought to stay upright, not wanting his treatment to end. Lifting his hand to stroke the other swollen mound, he kneaded it until the sensations had worked their way from her chest to the soggy sweet spot between her legs.
“You’re beautiful, Remi… so bloody beautiful.” His words were solace to the niggling pain that hadn’t faded. “I’ll worship you forever.”
“I don’t want to be worshiped, Eadan. Just loved. Love me now…”
And he did.