Free Just Kate: His Only Wife (Bestselling Author Collection) by Linda Lael Miller, Cathy McDavid

universe splintered into colorful pieces, for she had been too greatly aroused and too long denied. Her body bonded itself to Sean’s, and with a primitive cry, she gave of herself, body and soul.
    Her triumph excited Sean, and with a groan, he began increasing his pace. Kate urged him on with soft, breathless words and the motions of her hands. She met each thrust with a swift rise of her hips, taking him far inside her.
    He muttered something that might have been either a prayer or a curse when the quest became urgent, and then, with a hoarse shout, he stiffened, gasping her name.
    Her hands soothed the moist, muscle-corded expanse of his back. “I’m here,” she whispered.
    Sean trembled violently as he surrendered, then sank down beside Kate on the bed of shadows. “God,” he muttered. “My God.”
    They lay still and silent for a long time, and then Kate started to rise from the bed. Sean immediately pressed her back down.
    “I’m not through with you yet, love,” he told her. “Not nearly.”
    Kate gave an involuntary groan as he found her breast in the darkness and weighed it in the palm of his hand. His thumb moved over the responsive nipple, shaping it. Preparing it.
    She twisted onto her stomach, gasping, knowing she needed a few minutes to rest. But Sean was granting no quarter; he reached beneath her, and she flung back her head like a wild mare when he found what he sought.
    “Stop,” Kate murmured, even as she ground her hips in an involuntary response.
    “Not until you’re satisfied,” Sean replied.
    Kate could not turn onto her back again, for she was trapped by her own needs. “Oh, Sean—Sean—”
    “Almost there,” he told her, intensifying his efforts to drive her mad. “Almost there...”
    Kate was damp with perspiration from her head to her feet. Her legs were stiff and wide apart, and her toes curled into the bedspread, seeking purchase. Her hands were pressed against the mattress, raising her upper body from the bed. “Oh,” she cried, lifting her eyes to a ceiling she couldn’t see. “Oh— oh ...”
    “It’s going to be a long night, love,” she heard Sean say gently from somewhere beyond the exploding lights and shooting flares of her climax. “A long, sweet night.”
    * * *
    Kate awakened feeling as though she were lying in the light of a gentle sun, her sated body wrapped in the softest silk. Expertly Sean had put her through her paces, draining away all her tensions.
    He bent and kissed her. “We’d better go, love. Mrs. Manchester will get the idea we’re up to something.”
    Kate laughed and then stretched. “I don’t think I can move from this bed,” she said.
    “That’s fine, too,” Sean answered. He was fully dressed again, but he pretended he was about to take off his sweater.
    Kate bounded out of bed and hurried into the bathroom. One more session of Sean’s singular brand of loving would turn her into a madwoman for sure.
    She took a hasty shower and got back into her panties and dress, which Sean had thoughtfully brought from the living room. He was there when she came to him, looking out at the city lights and sipping from a crystal glass.
    “What’s that?” Kate asked.
    “Vodka,” he answered.
    Kate wrinkled her nose. “Bad for you,” she said.
    “We’re fresh out of carrot juice,” Sean explained. “Let’s go, love.”
    They took the elevator down to the parking garage and walked to Sean’s car. When Kate was seated in the passenger seat, Sean walked around to the driver’s side and got in. The engine roared to life and Kate felt sad to be leaving a place that had been hers and Sean’s for a house that had been Abby’s.
    “I’ll sell the house,” Sean said, and Kate was convinced he’d been reading her mind. “It’s that simple.”
    “It isn’t, and you know it,” Kate argued. “You have a child—my sister’s child. I live in one hemisphere, and you live in another. There are just too many differences.”
    “What about