Free Love's Second Chance by Myne Whitman Page B

I’m willing to woo you all over.” His deep whisper promised a lot, as he moving to sit beside her and take her hand. “You’re right, we were both hurt, but we can overcome it. I believe our reconciliation will come if you let it.”
    Efe doubted it would be so easy. She knew it could be a mistake to be swayed, but the walls around her heart were shaking loose. She withdrew her fingers from his grip. Her brain was mush with him so close, and she could do without his touch confusing her further.
    Along with nightmares of their break-up, she’d dreamt that one day he would beg to reconcile. But not like this. He wanted her, and that was good. But how she would face his family without the past being resolved? She didn’t want to sweep it under the carpet.
    In a sudden move, Kevwe knelt before her. He gripped her wrist and stared into her eyes, intertwining their fingers right there on her thighs. There was no pity in his gaze, or in the feel of his hand.
    Efe trembled. She would have jumped up if the feel of their fingers kneading her lap did not distract her so much. Her heart raced, and she could not think straight.
    “ Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” h e murmured, his eyes glowing.
    His fingers stroked over her slender knuckles and along the length of her thigh. A rush of pleasure suffused her brain as he leaned towards her. His manly scent flooded her senses, and her head swam. God, she wanted to melt into him. Her heart jumped as she remembered how it used to be between them.
    They had been young, so much in love. They’d shared a lot together, and it had been exceptional. Though she’d stopped just short of giving everything, he’d been the biggest part of her life for three years. When they split she missed him so much, and she had been filled with regrets. Maybe going all the way with him would release her from the prison of loss. Her body certainly wanted it, but should she allow it?
    She whispered his name like a plea and shifted forward. He filled the space between her thighs as if they were made for him. The loneliness lying like a piece of hard ice in her heart thawed then, and their lips met and clung together.
    It started lightly, but the kiss became hot in an instant, and then hungry and desperate. The hurts of the past disappeared; the only thing that mattered in that moment was the heat of arousal.
    He pressed her against the settee and lowered his body next to hers. She lifted her face again to his, and her eyes looked at him with a mixture of desire and passion. She caught his head in her hands and pulled his mouth to hers.
    He came like a magnet, and they both shook as their tongues dueled. Efe had never experienced anything as exciting as Kevwe’s kiss, and forgotten sensations swept over her as his lips continued to move on hers. Soon they parted for breath, and he smiled at her.
    “ My heart is dancing Atilogu again,” the whisper caressed her.
    Sweet memories enveloped Efe as she pushed Kevwe’s jacket aside and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. The lights in the apartment were dim, and the hum of the air conditioner covered them like a blanket. Once she had the top three open, she ran her open palm against his chest, over his shoulder and down his muscular back. She loved the feel of him. She loved the texture of his tongue playing with hers and the warmth of his skin against her hands.
    She couldn’t believe Kevwe was here with her, her lover, and pinched herself to be sure it was real. She smiled at the pain, closed her eyes and savored his groans, the pressure of his lips on her and the way his tongue flicked pleasure deep within her.
    Kevwe lifted himself enough to fling off the jacket and pull his shirt out of the jeans. When he lowered himself, she quivered to his touch, the erect nipples under her bodice warming him.
    His hands wandered over her, over the curve of her belly to her hips, claiming her and making her his, like he had always planned. She moaned and