His
arm curled around her shoulders.
“Claire, I am so sorry I hurt you,” he said, his voice ragged with
emotion.
She
dropped her forehead to his chest. “I
believe you.”
His
other hand stroked her hair, and she stayed in his embrace while she battled
back the tears. She focused on the
comforting thud of his heartbeat as he ran his fingers through her loose curls.
“I missed you this week,” he
murmured.
His
breath in her ear sent a delicious shiver through her body. She couldn’t resist this anymore. She didn’t want to. “I missed you too,” she admitted, turning her
face up to his.
He
brushed his lips against hers tentatively, and a moment of exquisite anticipation
spun out between them. Then his mouth captured
hers in a bruising kiss that sought to make up for the years they’d been
apart. She returned his fierce kisses,
moaning as their lips and tongues met with frightening urgency.
A
tiny voice inside her head whispered a warning, reminding her that he still
hadn’t explained why he’d left her that way.
She shoved it aside. She didn’t
need explanations, she needed him. On
her, inside her, filling every space.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung to him as he lowered her
onto the bed. Every nerve in her body
burned for him, and she arched her back to rub her hips against the solid
length of his erection.
His
hand slipped under the hem of her skirt, and his rough fingertips left a trail
of fire as they traveled up her thigh. Her
own hands explored the ridges of muscle under the smooth skin of his back. She kissed his neck, tasting the salty sweat
from the day’s heat.