Free Forever My Love by Heather Graham Page A

a certain amount of amusement. She met his gaze, then moved toward him. Her lashes fell at the very last instant, as she touched his flesh with her lips, then grazed it slightly with her teeth. He didn’t move; he waited. But she was certain she felt the beat of his heart, felt his pulse at his nape, felt the intake of his breath, the hardening of his body.
    As he had done the night before, she began to move against him. She kissed the breadth of his back, caressing it with her fingers. She teased his spine, up and down, with the moist pink flicker of her tongue. She caressed the small of his back and nipped at his buttocks and bathed them with her kiss.
    He rolled to his side, and she was face-to-face with his hardness, the result of her assault. She felt a delicious power surge through her with an unbearable sweetness as she realized that she could still affect him as deeply as he could her. But it wasn’t just with that sense of power that she continued to touch him, it was also with love, with memory. Once he had been hers. And on this shimmering pink morning, he was going to be hers again.
    She closed her fingers around him, teased and caressed him and stroked him with her tongue. She heard his ragged cries, and the molten fire took hold within her own body. A fever began to rule her movements. She tasted his ecstasy, and still she held him with her caress, until his hands were on her and he was lifting her and she discovered herself seated on one of the fiberglass benches. His hands were upon her, parting her thighs. His eyes were glittering with passion. Then he began his own assault, searing her to her very center with the hot thrust of his tongue, then rising to impale her and take her with reckless fury. Cries tore from their throats, and spasms shook them as they peaked in an exultant climax together.
    He held her very close, burying his face against her hair and throat. “I had forgotten how nice it could be to wake up beside you,” he said softly.
    To wake up…
    It was morning, and there was no more darkness to use as a shield against the past. She had wanted him, and she had had him, but it had been a horrible mistake. No matter how deeply she had been filled, she was still hungry. Their union wasn’t as complete as she had thought it would be.
    She had wanted a memory. And in the light of day, the pain from the past would come back. Sex had never been their problem. It was life that had come between them. It had been his temper, and her temper, and the awful things they had said. Nothing could erase the things that had happened.
    â€œWe have to go,” she whispered painfully.
    He nodded.
    She started to rise, but he pulled her back, his eyes questioning as they touched her. “Kathy, tell me, are you sorry?”
    She wanted to pull away. She didn’t want to answer a question like that.
    But he wasn’t going to let her go.
    â€œI don’t know, Brent. I really don’t know. It was probably the biggest mistake either of us has ever made. And—” She broke off, then she inhaled quickly and lowered her lashes. “That’s all a lie. Maybe not all a lie. No, I’m not sorry. I wanted you last night more than I can remember ever wanting anything or anyone.”
    â€œWhat about this morning?” he demanded.
    â€œI…wanted you this morning.”
    He inhaled quickly and seemed to catch his breath. He looked at ease and very handsome, sitting naked on the fiberglass by the hull. Was she so natural and easy, standing there in the buff, now in the sun and the early morning light? She tugged his hand. “Brent, it’s daylight. Fishermen will be coming out.”
    He smiled. “You look great.”
    â€œThank you.”
    â€œYou always did.”
    â€œThank you. So, uh, so do you. Brent, let go, please, we’ve got to get clothes on.”
    He shook his head, holding her tight. “Uh-uh. Not yet.”
    â€œWhat do you