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Reggie’s gaze meandered slowly, meaningfully, down her torso. But he made no move to touch her.

Without overthinking anything, she looped her clasped hands about his neck. “How are you feeling?”

“Better every moment.” And he leaned down to kiss her.

This was no gentle kiss, but one of passion renewed and returned. She opened her mouth beneath his, urgently met his tongue with her own, pressed her breasts up against his chest, needing to be close to him. They were frantic removing each other’s clothing, their mouths panting between eager kisses.

When his naked body came down over hers, Lucy cried out her pleasure. He slid down, his tongue tracing a path to tease her breasts. She felt his leg between hers, his erection hard against her thigh.

When she could bear it no longer, she pulled him up again, wrapping her arms and legs about him. “Please,” she whispered fiercely.

And he entered her as he’d done so many times before, but this seemed to be new and urgent and so rewarding. They moved hard against each other, the pleasure rising in a fast wave that swept over them both so suddenly that she was almost unprepared for the explosion of bliss that she rode as he groaned and thrust hard against her.

She came back to herself with their damp bodies still joined.

Reggie lifted his head, then brushed the hair out of her face. He kissed both her cheeks, her nose, her chin, before sliding away and settling beside her.

She laughed softly and held him closer to her. “I have missed you so much,” she whispered.

He stared deep into her eyes. “Did you really?”

“I did. I just didn’t know how much—I wouldn’t let myself know, really. I was in so much pain that it was hard to separate it all.”

“I’m so sorry.” He kissed her again.

“I know. And I’m sorry, too.”

“Can we start over?” he asked. “And I don’t mean by forgetting what we shared, or what we lost, but just…finding the beginning to the next part of our marriage, whatever it brings.”

She looked into his blue eyes. “Yes. Oh, yes, Reggie. I love you so.”