The Wild Rose Press
Mike rolled backwards and sat up, pulling her with him. He lifted her and grasped the hem of her dress with both hands. Meeting his gaze, she lifted her arms. In one fluid motion, he pulled the dress up and over her head.
Sara had been feeling extremely self-confident up until now. But straddling his lap, completely naked, she suddenly felt vulnerable and unsure. It’d been so long since they’d made love—since he’d seen her body. She was eight years older, had given birth to their son. Would he still find her as attractive as he used to?
“You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he said, as if reading her mind. He reached up and cupped the back of her head, caressing her cheek with his thumb while his other hand massaged the gentle curve of her back. “I’ve never wanted a woman more.”
Sara closed her eyes and turned her face into his caress. “Mike,” she whispered, silently cursing the tears that threatened to spill. He would, of course, think something was wrong, when in fact nothing had ever felt more right. She loved this man. Always had—no doubt always would. “I want you, too. Please, I can’t wait another second.”
Mike took her mouth in a near savage kiss and once again turned her onto her back. He peeled off his sweats and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, tossing them onto the floor.
As their lips and tongues mated, she worked her hand between them, curled her fingers around his erection and squeezed gently.
Mike rocked back. “Slow down, honey, or I’ll never make it inside you.”
Sara smiled, loving the feel of power that gave her. She ensnared him in her grasp again, moving her hand slowly, as he’d asked, stroking him up, circling the head with the pad of her thumb.
“Christ,” he muttered, gathering both her wrists in one hand and pulling them up over her head. With his other hand, he traced a fiery path down her stomach, through the triangle of soft red curls. His middle finger sought and found her clitoris—which was already wet and swollen—and stroked softly. He leaned in and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
She cried out, her back arching.
“Calm down, honey. Relax,” he whispered.
“I want you inside me, Mike. Now. Please.”
He slowly worked his finger into her slick passage. She cried out again, convulsing around him, her hips moving in desperate rhythm.
“My God, sweetheart, I didn’t know you were so close,” he rasped against her neck. He withdrew his finger, positioned himself over her and slid inside. The contractions of her orgasm were enough to put Mike right over the edge. He pumped himself into her several times before joining her on the other side, his shout of satisfaction muffled against her throat.
The rhythmic cadence of their hips slowed and then stopped. Mike lay on top of her, his breathing heavy and ragged.
Sara’s eyes were closed, her arms clutched around his rib cage, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. She was breathing just as heavily as Mike. Unclenching her hands, she realized she’d left marks. Her fingertips smoothed over the indentations her nails had left, and a mewl of distress escaped her.
“Don’t worry, they’ll go away,” he said against her throat.
“I’m sorry. Does it hurt?” She tried to soothe the pain away with her fingertips.
“Not even a little bit.”
“Good.”
He lifted his head and gazed down at her. She smiled and pulled her knees up so that he was cradled between her thighs.
Mike immediately grew hard again inside her.
Satisfied, Sara pulled his head down for a kiss as her hips lifted against him, urging him to move.
Mike broke his mouth away to gaze down at her.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
“I want you to admit you love me, Sara. I want to hear the words.”
Half amused, half frustrated she said, “Isn’t it usually the woman asking for declarations of love after sex?”
“Is that all it was to you? Sex?”
“Okay, now you’re starting to worry me. What’s the matter with you? I thought things were going,” she gestured to the fact they were in bed together, “pretty good between us.”
He sighed and rested his forehead against hers. “They are. I’ve never been happier. My son is safe and sound in the other room. And his mother, the woman I love, is lying naked beneath me.”
She reached up with both hands to cup the back of his head as her calves wrapped around the backs of his thighs. Then she pulled his head down and kissed him soundly.
With his elbows braced on either side of her, Mike started moving his hips, slowly stroking in and out. Sara’s moved her hips in rhythm with his and dug her heels into his backside.
Mike tore his mouth from hers and leaned back, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. Sara’s hands were all over him, clutching at his back, his arms, his ass. She could feel the tension building and the sweet relief of another orgasm within her grasp.
“Mike, oh my God, Mike...” With a soft cry, she buried her face in the crook of his neck. I love you. I love you so much.
Sara bit gently into his neck and it was like a white-hot flame on dry kindling. His thrusts became frenzied. He covered her mouth with his own to swallow their cries of release as he pumped his seed into her.
Once the tremors subsided and their breathing returned to normal, Sara snuggled against him—safe and warm within the circle of his arms—and promptly fell asleep.
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