Free Save a Prayer by Karen Booth Page B

possibly ask for anything more. The pressure was building quickly in my hips, coiling tightly in my belly. As satisfying as it was to have him doing what he was doing, I really just wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel his cock inside me after a ridiculously long wait.
    "I need you, Graham. Now. If you don't have a condom I'm going to be right annoyed with you."
    He lifted his head and smiled, then pressed a kiss to my lower belly. "Of course I do. But aren't you on the pill?"
    I shook my head. "No. I went off it after we broke up. No real point in it, was there?"
    He fetched his trousers from the floor and pulled a condom out of his wallet. "Does that mean there's been nobody since me?"
    I laughed quietly as it dawned on me that I'd basically given up when I'd broken up with Graham, even when I'd convinced myself that I was being strong. Some part of me had known there wasn't much point in me waiting for anyone else. There would never be anyone else. "I'm sure you'd love to hear that, but there was one guy. One time. Nothing special. Believe me." I wasn't quite sure why I had any need to reassure him. It wasn't like he hadn't explored his options since we'd been apart.
    He stood and listened, then smiled with relief. "Oh, okay."
    I sat up and took the condom from his hand. "Come here, handsome. Let me put that on you so I can have you inside me." I scooted back down to the foot of the bed and rolled it on him as he threaded his hands through my hair. "Can I ask you a question?"
    "Of course. Anything."
    I returned to the middle of the mattress and stretched out on my back, inviting him exactly where he belonged. "When did you write A Lifetime ?"
    He settled his knees between mine, pressed one hand next to my hip, then used his other hand to guide himself inside me. Inch by inch he came inside, his eyes glued to me. "Four months ago. About the middle of our break-up. I never got over you. I tried to, but I couldn't do it."
    I struggled to breathe as he filled me so fully and I tried to catch up with what he'd just said. "Really? That whole time?"
    He took long, careful strokes, pressing into my pelvic bone when he was as far as he could go, creating just enough pressure to make me squirm. "Yeah. What'd you think? That this was a recent thing?" His voice strained at the end of his words. He had to be close.
    My lower belly was taut, wound tight, pressure building like crazy, so fast and hot. Graham's thrusts became more forceful, making my breasts jiggle. The back of my head got hot from the friction of my hair against the sheets. My mind, however, was a swirl of incomprehensibly lovely thoughts. His love for me wasn't a recent revelation. It'd been there all along.
    The heat was threatening to overtake me, so hot that it read as flashes of white before my eyes. I raised my head and kissed him—a slow, soft, sensuous kiss, where our tongues explored and wound together so perfectly. I could have lived forever in that kiss.
    I couldn't take it anymore. My body needed the release. "I'm going to come," I said, but I was already there. It unfolded inside me in waves, like a present wrapped in endless layers of tissue, until the most beautiful of moments was upon me, warm and soft and liberating. My thoughts turned to colors and I finally let go of everything, all so I could be with Graham.

Chapter Eleven
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    Angie. Sweet sweet Angie. Imagine my great relief when I opened my eyes and saw that last night hadn't been a dream. It was real. She was real, and she was with me.
    I snuggled up right behind her, drinking in her heavenly smell, the feel of the soft skin of her back against my stomach. Even better was admiring her silky hair spread across the pillows of my bed. I missed this more than I even knew.
    Was this finally going to be sorted? It sure seemed like it. What more could there possibly be in the way of problems? I'd come clean about the girls on the road, she'd come to terms with my past