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“Yes. I wondered whether you were secretly hoping I’d get rid of it so we could start afresh, that’s all. I’m glad that’s not the case.”
“We’re two healthy adults, with no real problems and plenty of money. And I can’t have kids, so I need to accept that another man will be the father of your child.” He huffs a breath. “And although it pains me to admit it, Cam’s not a bad guy. He’s honest and hardworking. Decent enough. He won’t be a bad father.”
I’m not so sure, but I don’t want to spoil the moment. I’m just so relieved he wants me to keep it.
I look into his eyes, which are filled with love and affection. Then I drop my gaze to his mouth. “Are you going to kiss me?” I whisper.
His lips curve up. “I thought you’d never ask.” He slides his arm down around me and pulls me close.
“You were waiting for me to ask? You have grown.”
He chuckles. “I didn’t want to rush you.”
I lift a hand to his face. He shaved this morning, and his jaw is smooth. “I’ve been starved of physical affection. I want you to kiss me and hold me and touch me and make love to me as much as you possibly can.”
His eyes light up. “Yes, ma’am,” he says. And then he crushes his lips to mine.
Mmm… at last… I lift an arm around his neck and slide my hand into his short hair as he presses kisses across my lips. My fingers slip through the wet strands, then move down to touch the warm skin on the back of his neck. He’s so strong; everything about him is big and solid. He feels like my rock, a man I can anchor to when the world wants to sweep me away.
He slides his other arm beneath my knees, and before I can say anything he lifts me up onto his lap, then lies back on the cushions so I’m half lying on him. His body is taut and muscular, his arms like steel bars around me. He tugs at my bun, and so I push myself up, take out the pins, then let the locks unravel. He takes them in his fingers and unfurls them, smiling as they fall to my waist like brown ribbons.
“So soft,” he murmurs, tangling his fingers in them.
Then he slips a hand to the back of my head and brings me down for another kiss, brooking no refusal.
I don’t want to stop him, though. I don’t ever want to stop him kissing me. His kisses are addictive, and they’re like chili or a spicy curry, almost too hot to bear, searing into me, heating my blood as it speeds around my body.
He kisses me for ages, his tongue teasing mine, his teeth nipping my lips, and then he progresses to my jaw, my ears, my neck, my throat, as if he wants to reclaim every inch of my skin.
I give a long, heartfelt sigh, and he moves back then to look at me. “All right, baby?” he asks. “You feel okay?”
I nod. “I’m happy,” I whisper back. “So, so happy.”
He grins and, before I can catch my breath, sits up, bringing me with him. “I want you,” he says firmly. “Right here.”
I blink and look around. We’re halfway up a cliff and miles from anywhere, but even so, I’m not used to having sex outdoors. “What if someone has a pair of binoculars?”
He barks a laugh. “Then I hope they enjoy the show.” He takes my top by the hem and says, “Lift.”
Obediently, I raise my arms, and he peels the top up my body, watching the way my hair goes with it then floats down as he drops the top onto the deck. Next, his eyes lighting up, he undoes my bra and peels the straps down my arms.
Bashfully, I let him take it off and toss that away, too. I never did anything like this with Cam. He wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy at the best of times, and certainly not in the latter part of our relationship.
But Henry is a whole new ball game, and I have a feeling I’m going to have to get used to some very different experiences.
He turns me and lowers me onto my back, then undoes my trousers and slides them down my legs.
“What about you?” I protest, flustered, as he slips his fingers into the elastic of my knickers and removes them as well.
“All in good time.” He moves up over me and, a hand on either side of my waist, looks at me. Slowly, he slides his gaze down my body, drinking his fill.
I look up at the sky, trying not to squirm, and just enjoy being admired. I’ve longed for this all my life, and I can’t believe I’ve finally got my wish. Is this really happening, or am I going to wake up at any moment?
He lowers on top of me then, and kisses me again. “Taku kuru pounamu,” he murmurs as he kisses down my neck. ‘My precious one.’ “E te apa tarewa kei raro au i to atahu.” I don’t speak Maori quite as well as he does. I think it means something like ‘enchanted one, I am under your spell.’
He kisses my breasts, then trails the tip of his tongue around each nipple before covering them with his mouth and gently sucking. I groan and arch my back, need already burning inside me, and he growls and does it harder, until I cry out, “Oh God!”
Heat flares between us, and he moves down between my legs and pushes them up before saying, “I want to taste you.”
