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  Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed his bare chest against hers, and nibbled her earlobe. The hair on his chest brushed her sensitive nipples. She arched her back, pressing her chest to his, trying to get closer.

  Next to her ear, he whispered, “I could keep you like this forever.”

  Clinging to him, her hands pressing into the rippling muscles of his back. “Bobby.” She said his name in a soft, pleasure-filled sigh.

  With him feathering kisses on her neck, she was riveted by the intensity of her body’s reaction. Emotions etched her tone as she said his name yet again, “Oh, Bobby.” She loved him so much.

  Gently he leaned her back against the bed, following her down, gently spreading her legs wide. He kissed her for long moments, his hands exploring her body.

  He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, and then caressing her waist and backside. ”I want to kiss you,” he slid his hand between her legs and stroked her wetness, “here.”

  Yes, please, she thought, but only moaned because his fingers were doing deliciously little things to the spot he wanted to kiss.

  He stroked her sensitive flesh, trailing kisses down her neck. He slowly moved towards her breasts, cupping one with his free hand, and then suckling her nipple.

  When his teeth bit down with careful deliberateness, she gasped.

  He slid a finger inside her body, making her cry out with pleasure. “It makes me crazy that you’re this wet for me. I need to taste your pleasure.”

  Slowly he slid down her body, gently tweaking her nipples as he did so, one with his mouth, the other with his free hand.

  He crouched at the end of the bed, between her legs. Sliding his hands to the inside of her thighs, he nudged them open.

  She grabbed the bed linens in anticipation.

  * * *

  Bobby’s mouth gently closed down on Jennifer’s nub, suckling the sensitive skin. His dick grew harder as the intimate taste of her body lapped at his senses.

  Her desire was like a sweet wine as his tongue circled her clitoris and delved into her supple body. He arched her back, grasping the bedspread with her hands, calling his name. Urging her higher, he slid his finger inside her even as his tongue continued to pleasure her.

  He needed this.

  He wanted this.

  And so did she.

  Slipping a second finger inside her, he felt her fingers inched into her hair. She was so ripe for orgasm; he could tell she was on the edge already.

  As much as he wanted to take his time, she was ready to come.

  He’d just have to make sure it was the first of several for the night.

  He found that precious spot inside her, the one that always made her come unglued, and stroked it back and forth with his fingers. His tongue lapped at her, tasting her with hungry urgency.

  She squirmed, and even pulled his hair a little too hard. But he didn’t care. He just wanted her pleasure, and her orgasm.

  Come for me.

  And she did.

  She trembled, her body clenched at his fingers as he slowed his motion. His tongue gently teased her to complete fulfillment until the tension eased.

  “Oh,” she said and laughed, clearly a bit embarrassed. She always was after he did that. He found that adorable considering how intimate they had been. “That was, um, a good new memory.”

  He would have smiled, but his need to get inside her was so urgent he couldn’t even think or breathe. He grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom before quickly disposing of his clothing.

  She leaned up on her elbows as he stepped towards her, his erection jutting out in front of him, pulsing with his arousal.

  Her eyes dropped to it. “Oh, my, that’s even more impressive than I remember.”

  This time, he smiled. “Let’s make some more memories.”

  He ripped open the condom. Jennifer scooted towards him holding out her hand. “Let me.”

  He handed her the condom, more than willing to allow her the honors. He sucked in a breath as her hand closed around his penis, and slid up to the tip.

  She ran her thumb along the bottom side of his erection, a spot she had always known to give him pleasure. And it still did.

  The fact that she remembered what he liked pleased him. It also turned him on almost as much as her soft hands on his hard body. He shut his eyes as a wave of heat surged through his body.

  His hand closed down over her wrist.

  “I can’t wait,” he said. “Put it on or I will.”

  She rolled the condom over the tip of his penis, making it jump in reaction. Her hand circled him again, holding him steady.

  Impatiently, he waited for her to roll it down his length. Normally, he would enjoy the experience. Now, at this moment, he just wanted to join with her.

  The second she was done, he leaned over her, urging her to her back. Spreading her legs, he slid between them, feeling the rush of anticipation.

  It had been so long since he had made love to her. Moments felt like hours as he slid his penis along her wetness. The condom kept him from experiencing the heat of her arousal and silently, he cursed.

  If she was on the pill, she would have told him.

  Resting his weight on his elbows, he kissed her, loving her flavor. At the same time his dick touched the entry to her core, begging to get inside.

  He wanted her so badly, he throbbed with need. Using one of his hands, he guided the tip inside her, and swallowed her moaned response.

  Unable to wait any longer, he sunk deep into her body. Together they gasped. For long moments, he didn’t move. They stared into each other’s eyes, both aware of the implications of what they were doing.

  Their past was becoming the present, their desire for one another as hot as ever. In that shared moment, staring at one another, bodies joined, the love between them was more alive than ever.

  He felt it in his heart, his stomach, his mind, and yes, most definitely, in his dick…Love had a way of making desire potent and intense.

  As much as he wanted to move, to pour himself deep inside her, to let her body milk him dry, he wanted to make it last.

  He had waited far too long to rush. Ever so slowly, he began to move gently up and then back down in her body.

  After several strokes, she whimpered, arching into his body. “Bobby, please.”

  Looking into her passion-filled eyes, he knew what she wanted. After all, this was his Jennifer. He thrust into her with a passionate force and watched her eyes shut with pleasure. Then he stilled momentarily, his lips close to her ear. “Please what, sweetheart?”

  “You’re such a tease, Bobby Evans,” she said in a voice that crackled from the pure heat of her need.

  “Mmmmm,” he said, drawing his penis to the very edge of pulling out. Then he lunged again.“Does that feel like I’m teasing?” Immediately he moved again, this time just as forcefully. Again and again, he moved in and out of her body. Her legs wrapped around his calves as her body lifted to meet him.

  Her soft little sounds of pleasure, and the way she called his name over and over, pressed his urgency. He moved faster, harder, responding to the demands of his body, no longer able to hold back.

  She was just as frantic, her body moving with his, her pleas for more murmured over and over. Suddenly, she tensed, her nails digging into his shoulders.

  Her body squeezed his penis, sucking him further into her depths as it did exactly what he had wanted. She milked him with tight spasms of pure, potent, demanding rapture that pushed him over the edge.

  He moaned as his body convulsed, exploding with such pleasure, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. When the very last drop of his pleasure was drawn from him, he collapsed.

  Sated, exhausted, and satisfied for the first time in five years, he kissed the woman responsible. The one he had loved all his adult life.

  The one he wanted to marry.

  After a few long moments, Bobby rolled to his side to rest on his chest. He brushed an unruly strand of
hair from her eyes and then kissed her forehead.

  “I better clean up,” he said as he slid from the bed and quickly disposed of the condom. He wanted to hold her without it as a barrier. “I’ll be right back.”

  He wanted to enjoy holding her.

  Chapter Nine

  The minute Bobby’s body moved from her side, Jennifer felt the loss. It was as if a whirlwind of emotions were being held at bay by his strong arms.

  Without warning, she felt the burning of tears forming in the back of her eyes. Her chest was tight with emotion, her stomach churning.

  Desperate to get away from Bobby, she moved quickly to the opposite side of the bed. She sat on the edge of the mattress, her back to him. Tugging at the balled-up covers, she was eager for coverage. Only Bobby tugged the opposite end, stopping her form of retreat.

  His voice held understanding. He knew something was wrong. “Come back here,” Bobby said. “I’ll keep you warm.”

  The logical spot to run and hide after sex you regretted was the bathroom. It was in the hallway, and she had no clothes on. All she could do was try and get a grip on her emotions. But it wasn’t happening. She was beyond control. Her shoulders shook and a sob escaped her throat.

  She felt Bobby’s weight shift on the mattress as he reached for her. His hand came down on her shoulder. “Wow, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

  She stiffened, and tried to shrug his hand off. “Please,” she said in a trembling voice. “D...don’t t...touch me.”

  Surprising her, he slid his arms under her and pulled her into his lap, his back settling against the headboard.

  She didn’t have time to fight him. The shock of his action, along with her emotional state, left her too stunned to react.

  “Talk to me,” he said, smoothing her hair with his hand.

  His words set her off again, making her squirm to free herself. She didn’t want to talk to him. He held her easily, and the feeling of being trapped was the final blow to her fragile state.

  “Fine,” she blurted in a sob. “Damn you, Bobby Evans. What right do you have to come back into my life and do this to me? What right?” She glared at him through her the beginnings of a rainstorm of tears. “You hurt me, and I can’t do this again. I can’t survive it.” Tears were taking over her words. “J...just let me go.”

  He moved and flipped her to her back, settling between her thighs and resting his arms by her head.

  “Get off!”

  “Baby, please just hear me out. There are so many things I need to tell you. Please believe me, I never meant to hurt you, and I sure as hell didn’t want to leave you.”

  “Funny,” she said bitterly. “I don’t remember it that way.”

  He stared down at her, searching her expression so intently, she turned her face away. He leaned down so that his mouth was next to her ear. “You’re everything to me, Jennifer. I regretted leaving you every single day I was away. There are things you don’t know, things I should have told you then. I have no excuse except I was young and foolish. I would have explained the minute I got back, but I had to be sure you were ready to listen.”

  She turned to face him again, fixing him in a blurry-eyed stare. “Why did you come back now?” she asked, needing to understand, to cope.

  He sighed. “I’ll explain everything tom—”

  No way. She cut him off. “Now.”

  “It would be better if I show you. Will you spend tomorrow with me, and let me try to make things right?” He paused and added, “Please, Jenn. Let me hold you tonight. God, it’s been so long since I slept with you. If, after tomorrow, you can’t forgive me, I’ll leave you alone.”

  Tears clung to her lashes, but somehow the tears had stopped. “Please,” he said, and rolled over and pulled her under his arm. God, she wanted him to hold her. She did. Her head rested on his shoulder, and his hand stroked her hair.

  “You won’t be sorry,” he promised. “Just stay with me tonight.” A paused, and then: “Please.”

  As his warmth, and his male scent, infused into her senses, she snuggled closer. She couldn’t help it. His words echoed in her mind, you won’t be sorry.

  Oh, how she wanted to believe him.

  * * *

  The room was dark, her body warm. She snuggled closer to the source of warmth. Her eyes opened as memories flooded her mind.

  Bobby.

  She moaned inwardly at the bittersweet feel of his body wrapped spoon-style around her own. He felt safe and wonderful. She let her eyes drift shut, taking a moment to soak in the perfection of feeling so loved. But what if he left her again? Everyone she had ever loved had left her.

  Panic formed quickly as it always did when she feared a loss. Ever since her parents’ death, she had a problem with loss. She knew it. She’d seen counselors about it.

  Still it existed.

  She couldn’t take Bobby walking out on her again. And he would. His leave was short lived. No matter what he said now, he had chosen his path years before.

  The need to run to some safe haven away from Bobby was quickly becoming urgent. She refused to be crushed by Bobby Evans again.

  His words danced in her head. You won’t be sorry. Reality seemed the opposite. He would leave again, go on some mission, and she would be alone.

  Awakening her old feelings for him had done nothing but open a wound that hadn’t ever fully healed. The sooner she got away from him, the less damage he could do.

  Gingerly, she lifted Bobby’s arm and started to slide away from him. Immediately he raised his head. “Where are you going?”

  Think. Think. Think. “Ah, bathroom,” she said. “I have to.”

  He kissed her shoulder, and then let his head drop to the pillow. “Hurry back, sweetheart.”

  Sliding from the bed, she grabbed her clothes with shaky fingers and quickly dressed. Once she pulled on her boots, she stared down at Bobby. He was asleep, with a peaceful look on his face. He even had a small smile on his lips as if he was having a good dream.

  He looked perfect.

  She still loved him. Probably always would. Fighting tears, she forced herself to turn away. Grabbing her purse she hurried across the room, and reached for the doorknob.

  This was the right thing.

  She repeated the words in her mind several times, trying to reassure herself. Stepping into the hallway, she felt a wave of loss so heavy her stomach flip-flopped.

  She bit her bottom lip. Silently she said a little prayer, looking skyward.

  Please let this be the right thing to do.

  * * *

  Slamming the door of his rental car shut, he stepped forward in long, angry strides. In mere seconds, he was at the street side entrance of Jennifer’s apartment. He still couldn’t believe she had run out on him.

  When she hadn’t returned from the bathroom after fifteen minutes, he knew something was wrong. The instant he realized her purse was gone, his fears were confirmed.

  She had tucked her head and went into hiding.

  Well, he wasn’t going to stand for it! He’d be damned if he was letting her duck and run. He had waited too long for another chance with her.

  She wasn’t getting away this easily.

  He pounded on her door without a care in the world about any level of noise he might make. “Jennifer!”

  Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he pounded again and then called her name more insistently. And loudly. Someone yelled for him to shut up. He ignored whoever it was.

  He didn’t care who he woke up. He waited a moment and when he got no response, he repeated his actions.

  Abruptly, the door flew open. Jennifer glared at him, one hand on her hip, the other on the door. “What in the hell are you doing? The neighbors are sleeping.”

  He pushed through the doorway, taking her with him, and slamming the door behind him. Towering above her with an angry scowl on his face, he said, “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “Don’t you talk to me
like that!” she yelled up at him, not seeming the least bit fazed by his anger or his size.

  She never had been in the past. Clearly, that hadn’t changed. As angry as he was, he admired the way she held her own with him.

  “We made an agreement,” he said, a degree calmer.

  She crossed her arms in front of her silk camisole, which he had not only noticed, but admired. It was blue, like her eyes, and very sheer.

  Her eyes flashed. “No, you talked, I listened. No agreement was made.”

  He took a step closer, but she didn’t flinch or move. They were inches apart. “Don’t screw with me like this.”

  Her mouth dropped open, and a loud sound of disgust came from her lips. “Me?” she demanded, her voice hinting at the emotional state she was in. “How can you, of all people, tell me not to screw with you?” She stepped forward and poked his chest. “All,” poke, “you,” poke, “have done to me,” poke, “is screw with me!”

  He stared down at her, suddenly feeling his anger slipping away. She really thought he had screwed with her. “Sweetheart,” he said gently, and reached for her.

  She jerked away. “Don’t call me that. And don’t touch me.” She shut her eyes and opened them again as if grasping for control. “Just don’t.”

  He let out a breath. Damn, he hated using his size against her, but she really left him no option. He scooped her up as she screamed and kicked. “Put me down, Bobby Evans!”

  “Calm down. I just want to talk.”

  “Put me down, you big bully. I hate this.” Then she burst into tears. “I…really...”sniff, “hate this.”

  He sat down on the couch, with her in his arms, and then cradled her like a child. “Please don’t cry.”

  “Then leave me alone.”

  “I can’t do that, Jenn. Not this time.”

  She looked at him. “What do you want from me?”

  “I want you back,” he said, without one second of hesitation.

  Tears streamed down her cheeks. “So you can leave me again?”