stubble. Her guarded eyes found his.
“Nothing. I’m just done running,” she whispered, matching
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her breathless, pressing the full length of his body against her.
Their tongues danced, and his heart slammed against the wall of
his chest. As her kisses slowed to a tease, he blindly fumbled
with the doorknob beside her. He felt it release, and he wrapped his arm around her waist as the door fell away.
He guided her as if they were dancing backwards into his
room, never removing his mouth from hers. She raked her hands
through his hair, letting out a squeal as he groped her round ass.
He pulled the decorative comb from her hair and watched with
admiration as her hair toppled around her shoulders. Steph barely seemed to notice; her mouth was on his neck, and her fingers
worked eagerly on the buckle of his belt.
Phillip grabbed her wrist, pulling them away from his fly.
He shook his head. She pulled back, eyeing him doubtfully.
“Don’t move.” He ordered and then walked around behind
her in a slow semicircle. He brushed her long copper hair aside, and he planted several wet kisses on the back of her exposed
neck. She sighed blissfully and arched back against him. He felt a sinful grin playing on his lips. He always loved the way she
responded to him, and he was thrilled that time hadn’t dulled her enthusiasm. He slowly inched down the zipper of her dress, and
when it fell open, he pushed the damp material over her shoul-
ders. He trailed his fingertips along her spine, enamored with her soft ivory skin. The dress fell to the floor around her ankles, and a soft moan escaped her.
He reached out and unfastened her see-through bra with a
single flick of his fingers. It immediately joined her dress on the floor. She visibly shivered as he completed his circle around her and stood before her biting his lip thoughtfully. He ran his index finger from her throat to her navel, dropping to his knees to plant soft kisses on each breast, her stomach, and her scar. He looked up at her suddenly, wanting her to see that its presence had no
impact on his desire for her. He descended further south and
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omy that left her gasping.
He sat back on his heels and offered her his hand. Her eyes
were glassy with desire as she took it for support and stepped out of her dress. He stood and she tugged on his hand, beckoning
him to the canopied bed that dominated the room. He paused and
watched as she crawled across the comforter, enjoying the shape
of her nearly nude body as she moved away from him. When she
rolled onto her back, she gave him a welcoming look.
Phillip slowly removed his clothes, his eyes glued to Steph-
anie’s. He hated to blink, for fear that it was all a glorious dream and that she’d evaporate like an apparition. When he was finally nude, he joined her, and she attacked him. As she straddled his
lap and their lips met, there was no denying it. They were back.
Their otherworldly magnetism hadn’t faded. Her touch seared
him like the white hot heat of the sun, and her responses left no doubt she felt the same.
Inpatient, he flipped her over on her stomach. He reveled at
the warm smooth flesh or her ass which she pressed back against
him enthusiastically. As he pulled down her lacey panties, her
familiar responses were hurried and wanting. He slipped a finger inside her, amazed at how wet and ready she always was for him.
No longer able to contain his lust, he shoved into her roughly. He pulled back slowly, nearly pulling all the way out of her. She
thrust herself back onto him, as if objecting. He could have
plundered ahead, and he knew she would have loved every se-
cond of it, but he forced himself to proceed in painful slow mo-
tion. He wanted to savor this. To savor her.
He pulled out of her and rolled her over onto her back. She
cried out in protest, and he reached up and pinned both of her
wandering hands over her head with one of his.
“Please, Phillip.” She begged, and he placed a finger to her
lips to shush her. When she turned her head to suck on it, he
growled. He pushed his knee between her legs and entered her.
Stephanie’s eyes rolled back as she thrust herself upward, driv-
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ing him all the way inside to her core. Her snug warmth over-
whelmed his senses, and he threw his head back forcefully, a
moan erupting from somewhere deep within him.
Stunned at the intensity of being inside her, his breath
hitched. After taking a long moment to gather his bearings, his
eyes found hers again. Her eyes languidly perused him, and he
felt a feverish need to please her. The rise and fall of her chest was slow and rhythmic, and he disciplined himself to match his
pace to her breathing. This proved to be torturous, and in
minutes he lost all willpower. He buried himself inside her
roughly, and Stephanie cried out. He paused, removing his lips
from her temple.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, holding her eyes hos-
tage.
“No.” She arched against him. He continued deliberately
grinding into her, watching her face for cues. When she tried to close her eyes or look away, he gently turned her face back to
his. He refused to let her be anywhere but in the moment with
him. Their long overdue reunion deserved all of her attention.
Her cheeks flushed bright red, and he watched with fascination
as her expression transformed from one of fear, to embarrass-
ment, to excitement.
“God, I missed you, love.” He whispered, feeling her rag-
ged breath against his lips. A small delightful sound escaped her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist with the force of a
boa constrictor. Her wrists fought against his palm, serving as a reminder of her desperate need for him. He intentionally froze
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