He growls low in his throat with appreciation before moving to press his mouth against the swells of my breasts, tugging the slip down around my waist. The touch of his lips and hands on my bare skin fires my whole body with heat.
I spear my hands into his thick hair as he tugs at the top edges of my bra to expose my breasts. He groans and takes one nipple between his teeth, rolling his tongue around the areola. Sparks rain through my blood. With a gasp, I shift and arch to rub against his erection.
“Oh, Dean… Touch me, please…”
His response is muffled against my skin as he moves to kiss my neck, the hollow of my throat where my pulse beats. He tugs the slip off me and tosses it to the floor. When he eases his forefinger beneath my panties and into my slit, my body flames.
“Ah, fuck, Liv…” His voice is hoarse with desire. “Want you so bad…”
He shifts to lower his mouth to mine again. His cock is rock-hard, pushing against the front of his trousers. Desperate need floods me as he slides two fingers into my body and circles my clit with his thumb.
“Come on, beauty,” he whispers against my mouth, his teeth closing gently on my lower lip.
I’m lost in the swirling, beautiful pleasure of his intoxicating kisses, his body pressed against mine, his fingers stroking me. I tighten my hands on his shirt, letting my head fall back as he eases another finger inside me. One more stroke and sensation bursts through me in an explosion of light, wrenching a cry from my throat.
Dean’s voice is a low rumble against my ear, his muscles taut as he pulls at my panties and unhooks my bra. When I’m naked, his hot gaze moves over my body like the most fervent of touches. He lowers his head, and then he’s kissing me everywhere, his lips gentle on my breasts, down to my belly, his tongue circling my navel as his hands glide over the curves of my waist and hips.
I melt, closing my eyes as sensation washes over my skin. I feel like flowers are blooming inside me, velvety petals stretching and spreading open in the golden warmth of the sun. I tangle one hand into Dean’s hair, brushing it back from his forehead as he moves to press kisses against my other palm, over the pulse beating at my wrist, and up my arm to my shoulder. By the time he reaches my lips again, I’m tingling all over with fresh desire.
“Your turn,” I whisper, pressing on his shoulders to urge him to lie back.
My heart races as I straddle his waist and unfasten his tie, pulling it off with one tug. I yank at his shirt, buttons popping off in my sudden haste to get him naked.
When his shirt is fully open, I sit back and drink in the sight of him, all the gorgeous details I’ve only seen in my dreams for the past few weeks—the slopes of his hard pecs, the ridges of his torso, the line of hair arrowing down and disappearing beneath the waistband of his trousers.
His eyes are hot as he watches me spread my hands over his chest, his muscles rippling with the force of his breath. I trace all the lines of his abdomen, back up to his chest and over his shoulders, reacquainting myself with the map of my husband’s body.
When my core begins to throb again, I move back on his thighs to unfasten his belt and trousers, releasing his thick, erect cock. I close my hand around his smooth shaft, running my fingers over the pulsing veins.
With a groan, Dean grasps my wrist. “Need to be inside you.”
I ease back up the length of his body, pressing my fingers between my thighs, shivering as another explosion rocks my insides. He sheds his clothes and rolls me onto my back again.
“I need you inside me,” I gasp and arch toward him. “Do you have a—”
A faint relief curls through me when he reaches for a condom from his wallet. I want us back again before we leave things up to chance, and I want us both to go into our future knowing exactly what we’re doing.
The air around us loosens, releases, as if all the pain of recent months has been a messy, snarled ball of knots that is now, finally, unraveling into silken threads of lust and love. Wrapping us in our own personal intimacy, the place where everything is right.
I roll the condom onto him before he moves between my legs to align our bodies. Anticipation unleashes inside me. I grip his shoulders, weakening with need as his thick erection slides into me. And then, finally, we’re joined together again, a key fitting into a lock, our bodies straining toward each other and our hearts beating in unison.
Our eyes meet, glittering with passion. My soul overflows with an emotion so complex and intricate that the ties holding it together seem both indestructible and as fragile as gossamer.
I pull him toward me, pressing my forehead to his. Our breath mingles between us, hot and rapid. He pulls back and presses forward again, filling me, stretching me.