LusitanianStud

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Authors: Francesca St. Claire
swam away instead, keeping
as much physical distance from him as possible.
    As the years had passed I’d convinced myself my memory
played tricks on me, because Diogo could not possibly have been as good looking
as I remembered. He was. Even more now his sharp features had softened,
matured.
    Get a grip! I shook my head, full of my own foolish
thoughts and feelings his unheralded appearance had stirred in me—proof enough
I was still vulnerable despite all the years gone by. The fault lay with me,
finding him so temptingly attractive.
    “Sarah?”
    I twirled around. Seeing him so close, I panicked and
snapped, “What?”
    He leaned down so his breath caressed my face when he spoke.
“Have you missed me?”
    “I…” My voice trailed off. I didn’t know how to respond to
his comments, though my body did—a full-blown shudder rippled down my spine.
How I wished I could stop responding to him so forcefully. “What do you care?”
    In spite of my unfriendly words he answered, unperturbed, “A
great deal more than you think.”
    This wasn’t fair. He had no right to stir all kinds of hopes
and wishes long since buried inside me. “Oh yeah? What do you know about what I
think?”
    He moved closer still, his body blocking my view, arousing
every nerve ending in me. My hand shot out, stopping him from getting closer.
The electric bolt triggered by the contact of skin on skin rippled through me.
Oh man, it was happening all over again—me falling under his spell.
    Diogo’s deep voice cut through the sound of the waterfall. “I
want you, Sarah,” he said, and with his gaze holding mine he added, “So much it
kept me awake last night.”
    Desire rippled through me. Oh my God, it was happening all
over again. I had to take control of my body and mind. Fast. When I spoke my
throat tightened, making my words sound thick. “I don’t want you to,” I said,
hoping the words, more than their weak delivery, would convince him of my
truthfulness.
    They did and I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. We stared
at each other, the depth of his dark, steady gaze making holes in my feeble
resolve. My heart beat as loudly as the sound of water cascading. It was no
good I wanted him as much as I had seven years before. More, so much more now
that I knew what it felt like to make love with him.
    “Yes,” I said, changing the course of my life with one word.
    Diogo’s beautiful smile broke as he let out a deep sigh. “Thank
God!” The deep timbre of his voice rumbled up from his chest, resonating in my
ear as he leaned in and brushed his lips over my eyes, cheek and mouth. My arms
found their way around his neck as he wrapped himself around me, hoisting me
until our mouths lined up, and kissed me with great urgency.
    I had a déjà vu of us at the waterfall making love, and the
memory of that day opened the floodgates of emotion.
    Oh my god , this is real, this is Diogo kissing me.
Wanting me. Loving me.
    I had to concentrate very hard not to cry. This time there
were no romantic foolish dreams of happily ever after. I was conscious this was
lust, plain and simple. Well, maybe not plain…Nothing was ever plain
with Diogo—not the way I remembered it—though my lack of experience and passion
for him then might have enhanced reality. Nah. His soft lips on my neck
and his possessive hands on my body were proof enough he hadn’t lost his touch.
My recollection of his fantastic lovemaking was probably spot on. A quiver of
intense awareness in my belly released wet heat between my thighs. I pressed
harder into him and he tightened his arms around me, bringing me deliciously
close to his hard erection. Fire erupted through me.
    I’m still in love with him… I’d never stopped loving
him or wanting him. And I sure wanted him now.
    “How I’ve missed you, Sarah. Have you missed me?” he rasped.
    The echoing of my thoughts in words, his words, shot a thrill
through me. But a passing cloud threw a shadow over us, cooling my

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