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inside the elevator and the doors closed, she backed him in to the
wall, kissing him with the need of a woman who hadn’t been thoroughly satisfied
in a long time. The image of her tangled up in the sheets with her co-worker
forced its way into his head, but he refused to let it dampen his excitement.
It didn’t matter if she’d taken a lover during their separation. The only thing
that mattered was that he would be her last.
    He pulled back to
look at her. Her eyes were half-closed and glazed with the lust fueling her
uncharacteristic conduct. She wasn’t normally the one to initiate sex and his
conscience kept telling him she’d had more to drink than he realized. “Are you
sure you want to do this?” he asked, breathing heavily as he pressed his
forehead to hers. He cursed himself for posing the question when the silence
lingered, heightening the tension.
    “I need you,” she
whispered. “I don’t want to, but I do.” She ran her hands over his chest. “I
have to feel you inside of me again, Evan. It’s been so long...”
    He groaned as the
elevator announced they’d arrived at his penthouse suite. Pulling the keys out
of his pocket, he made quick work of unlocking the door and pulling her inside.
He flattened her against the wall in the entry and hoisted her up so she could
feel the effect she was having on him.
    Without
hesitation, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck,
locking her hands behind his head.
    She was by far the
smallest woman he’d ever been with. In fact, the first time they made love, he
was afraid of hurting her, but she’d quickly convinced him she was able to give
as good as she got and he learned to love everything about her from her petite
stature, to the honey blond hair that kissed his chest as she rode him in to
oblivion. He lived to see the passion in her eyes as she came apart in his arms
and allowed him to take her to a place he knew only he could.
    He’d almost
convinced himself he’d have to be satisfied with the memory of those incredible
nights when the months began to stretch on and on. But she was here, back in
his arms, and soon she would be back in their bed. They could finally
begin to re-build their fractured relationship.
    Carrying her into
the bedroom, he gripped her waist tightly until he stopped at the foot of the
bed. Kissing her deeply, he savored the moan that escaped her lips. After
setting her down on the bed, he stepped back and began stripping his clothes
off. He wasn’t going to give her a chance to change her mind, not when he had
everything he’d been praying for this past year within his grasp.
    Her eyes tracked
his every move as she began following suit, tossing the last garment to the
floor as he crawled up her body, pinning her to the mattress. “This is where
you belong,” he whispered, kissing her tenderly, savoring the feel of her soft
skin brushing against his. “Right here, in our bed.”
    She closed her
eyes and turned her head to the side, prompting him to draw the tender skin
into his mouth. He knew the exact spot that turned her inside out and used his
experience to do just that.
    “Please…”
    Intent on
prolonging her pleasure until his own body started making demands he couldn’t
ignore, he moved his lips over her silky skin, kissing every inch of her.
    She gripped the
headboard as though she felt powerless to control the sensations rippling
through her body. Moans turned into cries as her breathing became more labored
with each swipe of his tongue.
    Kissing her
intimately, he savored her exotic flavor. No one had ever turned him on the way
she did. He’d had his share of lovers, but Erika was the only woman he’d ever
made love to. It was almost a sacred experience as he worshipped her body in a
way he never had before. He was ashamed to admit he’d taken their love for
granted for too long. No more. She was right to leave him, to make him realize
that he’d been a fool to put anything above the