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.
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