Her Return to King's Bed(56)

                But Rico didn’t want to think now. Didn’t want to recognize future or past. All that existed was the present. This moment snatched out of time where he and Teresa could be who they were destined to be. Two halves of a whole.

                That thought staggered him, so he pushed it aside. He gave himself over to the sensations cresting inside him. Rico looked down at her and saw her bite down on her bottom lip as she fought to claim the release that was so close to each of them.

                He felt her internal muscles clench and strain around him and knew her climax was only moments away. He gave her everything he had and when she shrieked his name, he buried himself as deeply as he could inside her and then joined her on that steep slide into completion.





                                      Nine

                When he could think again, when he could move, Rico gently disentangled their bodies, then helped her shift position onto his lap as he took a seat on the couch. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her carefully, as if she was fragile and likely to break.

                Which, he realized, was ironic, considering what the two of them had just done. But Teresa had always brought out his protective tendencies. It seemed that had not changed. Right now she was warm and trembling in his arms, still reacting to the explosive climax that had shattered them both. And though his body was sated, Rico already wanted her again.

                “That was,” she said on a sigh, “incredible.”

                “Yes, it was.” He let his head drop to the back of the couch. His eyes closed and a groan lodged in his throat as he realized what had just happened. What he’d done without even thinking about it. But then, that was the problem, wasn’t it? He hadn’t been thinking at all. “It was also incredibly stupid.”

                “What?” She looked up at him, her hair a wild tangle around her face, her mouth puffy from his kisses and her eyes still shining with satisfaction. “What do you mean? How was any of that stupid?”

                He blew out a breath and met her gaze. “I lost control.”

                “I know,” she said, giving him a slow, sexy, very tempting smile. “I liked it.”

                “So did I,” he admitted. He lifted his head, stared into her eyes and added, “But I didn’t stop for a condom.”

                “Oh. Oh.” She bit her lip, took a breath and said, “All right, that was stupid. But this wasn’t only your fault, Rico. I wasn’t thinking either.”

                “Small consolation.” Rico had never lost control like that. But then, only Teresa had ever touched him so deeply that his brain shut off and let his body take over.

                “If it helps any, I’m healthy.” She laid one hand on his chest. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

                Those words rattled around in his mind and then slipped down to center around his heart. He shouldn’t have cared, but he did. Shouldn’t have been pleased, but he was. For five years he had imagined his wife, thinking herself divorced, being with other men. Letting them kiss her, taste her. Giving to them what had been only his. To know that none of those torturous imaginings had been real was a gift he hadn’t expected.

                He dropped one hand to the curve of her breast and slowly stroked his fingertips across one hard, dusky nipple. She sighed in reaction and he felt his groin leap to life again. So did she and she smiled knowingly. That small smile touched something inside him that he didn’t want to explore too closely.