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I nodded wordlessly.After all these years, he recognizes it still…
“It’s my signature scent,” I breathed.
“Soulmate,” his voice dropped to a low, sexy whisper that seemed to ignite every single nerve ending I had. “By S. Olivier.”
I looked up at him, clutching the wine bottle close to my chest when he leaned over to me, his breath warm against the side of my neck as he breathed in the scent, he had given me twelve years ago before he left for London.
It wasn’t the original bottle—I had consumed the first one he had given me within one year because I spritzed it on whenever I missed him.
Then his lips settled into that sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder and my brain short-circuited at that instant. With a gasp, the wine bottle slid from my hands, hitting the carpet with a softthump.
The cork popped out of the bottle spraying the both of us with sparkling wine. Oliver laughed hoarsely, wiping a few droplets from my lips before he settled his lips on mine.
The kiss was warm and tender, but fierce and possessive at the same time. It had no urgency but there was a slow, crackling heat to it as our lips melded into each other, our tongues dancing with each other.
“Mmm…” he groaned. “You taste like wine. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
I smiled at him and took his hand, leading him up to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. Once in the bathroom, we kissed again, our hands moving over bodies, discarding articles of clothing one by one.
I tugged at his shirt and popped the buttons open before pushing them off his shoulders.
His hands found the zipper at the back of my dress and slowly pulled it down before he eased the entire dress off of me.
Then his trousers followed.
Then my bra.
Then his boxers.
Then my panties.
We both stumbled into the shower, drunk on the kisses we shared. Oliver somehow managed to turn the shower on, sending warm water cascading over our naked bodies.
I looked up at him, my eyes following the rivulets of water that ran down from his hair, to his face, his neck, those wide shoulders…
…his muscled chest…
…his strong arms…
…his rock-hard abs…
…to his impressive erection…
My fingertips longed to follow them, to trace every muscle and sinew, to caress and explore andfeelevery inch of him.
His hands came up to the sides of my face as he kissed me again. Deeply. Longingly.
“Amanda, you are so beautiful,” he groaned.
My hands ran over his shoulder, tracing the muscles of his arms down to his fingers.
“Touch me,” I whispered. “Like I want to touch you.”
I closed my eyes as I learned the feel of his chest, warm and firm beneath my fingertips, like fire given flesh. His hands stroked my breasts and I arched closer to him, craving him, aching for his touch.
His mouth settled over mine again and we kissed under the spray of water, our hands roaming over valleys and hills and the deep, secret places of our being.
My hands ran down the rippling muscles of his abdomen, feeling it jump reflexively at my touch as he groaned into my lips. How lovely it felt—strong and warm andsafe.
