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“Sh
h, tesoro. I just want to feel your skin next to mine. Anything else, well, that’s a bonus.”

I kissed him slowly and tenderly, remembering, relearning, starting again. He returned my kisses, carefully to begin with, and I felt the first small flames of passion heat his blood. He swept my hair off my neck and ran his tongue up to my jaw. His hands massaged my waist, kneading my flesh. Then his right hand crept up my body and I felt his touch hover over my bra strap
, before his left hand slowly descended to cup my behind.

It felt so good to have his hands on me again and, despite what I
’d said to him, I was desperate for him to know me as a man could know a woman, but I also knew I couldn’t rush this.

I pushed my hands up under his T-shirt and stroked his warm, silky skin. Carefully, I traced my finger across the small, round scar, where the bullet that punctured his lung
had exited his body. I needed him to know that it didn’t make any difference to me, that I loved him regardless.

He tensed slightly,
so I moved my hand away, instead letting my fingers drift down his spine, stroking his back and shoulders.

He continued to kiss me, his touch slowly becoming more assured. He wove his fingers into my hair, tightening his grip.

I could taste his desire and need, but I could feel his anxiety, too. It had been so long since we’d touched each other that there was an additional pressure and weight of expectation.

Gently, I reached for his T-shirt, feeling his slight resistance before he let me pull it over his head.

I could see his ribs plainly, but his muscle tone was beginning to recover. Plenty of love and home-cooking: that’s what he needed. And time – a whole lifetime of love.

I wondered, briefly, where he
’d put his dog tags; they’d disappeared shortly after he’d come home. I hoped he hadn’t done anything hasty, like destroying them or throwing them away, because I knew he’d regret that one day.

I reached for his belt, cinch
ed in two more holes because of his weight loss, but he caught my hands and shook his head.

“I don
’t think I’m ready for this, Caro. What if…?”

My frustration was ready to boil over, but then I was struck with sudden inspiration.

“Want me to show you how I reminded myself of you when you were in the hospital?” I said, looking directly into his eyes.

He nodded, his
pupils dilating in a way that filled me with confidence, because it showed that he still desired me.

“I will, if you take off your pants.”

“Caro…”

“That
’s the deal, Sebastian. Non-negotiable.”

He hesitated for a moment, then unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans to the floor. He angled his right leg away from me, and I knew it was because he was trying to hide the ugly scar that ran the length of his thigh. But it didn
’t hide the slight bulge in his briefs: it wasn’t a full erection by any means, but it was a start.

“Sit in the chair: make yourself comfortable – I could be some time.”

I was rewarded with a slight smile.

“First, I
’d make sure the curtains were drawn,” I said, pointing towards the windows like a flight attendant. “Then, I’d pull back the duvet and arrange the pillows.”

As I spoke, I flicked back the sheets and piled up the pillows near the headboard.

“Then I’d put on a little mood music…”

I pointed the remote control at my CD player, and the sounds of
Martha’s Harbour
swirled softly from the speakers.

             
You are an ocean wave, my love

             
Crashing at my bow…

“I
’d kick off my sneakers, because I’m really not a Manolo sort of girl… that’s high heels to you, Hunter.”

He rolled his eyes. “I lived in Paris for six months, Caro. I have heard of Manolo Blahnik.”

“Yes, well, he’s from Spain, so there’s no need to look so superior, Sebastian.”

Secretly, I was thrilled he was playing along and had relaxed enough to be able to tease me.

“Besides,” I went on, “I can’t walk in high-heels unless I’ve got you to hang onto… but I’m not averse to wearing them in the bedroom.”

His breath caught in his throat, and his hands gripped the edge of his chair. I tried not to stare at his briefs, but that was the area I really wanted to affect.
I hoped our banter would help him to relax, because I longed to feel his body – next to mine, inside mine.

I kept the smile plastered on my face and tried to sound natural and cheerful – maybe even a little bit sensual, if I could remember how.

“So, after I’ve kicked off my sneakers, I’d peel off my socks, because leaving them on just isn’t sexy, and if you ever do that, Hunter, I’ll be justified in filing for divorce – after we’re married, of course, which
you
keep putting off.”

He frowned slightly, so I decided to concentrate on the mission in hand, so to speak.

“I’d imagine your fingers teasing me around my waistband,” I said, mimicking my words. “And then I’d think about you unzipping my jeans and standing back while I shimmy out of them.”

His eyes followed my pants, as I slid them down my legs to the floor.

“And I’d pull off my T-shirt because I’d be feeling hot, just thinking about you touching me.”

My T-shirt followed my jeans
, making a small pile.

“And then I
’d touch my breasts like this, Sebastian,” I said, squeezing my breasts together and throwing my head back, “like you asked me to once before, and I’d imagine you running your hands over me and unhooking my bra, and you’d torment my nipples with your hands and your hot, sweet mouth, your tongue moving around and around me like this.”

I glanced at him, and saw that his eyes were transfixed
by my breasts and – yes! There was a significant bulge in his briefs – my plan was working.

I unhooked my bra, dropped it to the floor, and then turned my back on him.

“And I’d have to climb onto the bed, just like this, Sebastian,” I said, provocatively wiggling my ass at him, as I slunk up towards the pillows.             

Then I knelt up and turned around to face him. “And I
’d think about how you’d toy with the lace on my panties, just like this, and how your fingers would tease me, sliding inside me, finding me all hot and wet and wanting.”

I rubbed myself inside my panties
, and closed my eyes as sensation began to pulse through me, making me moan softly.

“And I
’d think what it was like to feel your mouth on me, and your tongue inside me, tantalizing and torturing me, bringing on an orgasm with a flick of your tongue.”

“Fuck!” I heard him hiss.

“And I’d lie back on the bed and imagine your long, hard cock, sliding inside me, thrusting fast – really fast – and bringing on another orgasm, just like this.”

I lay back on the bed and shimmied out of my panties, then propped myself up on the pillows, pulled my knees up slightly and opened my legs.

I gazed up at him from beneath my eyelashes as I continued to touch myself. I saw him lick his lips and shift on the chair.

“And I
’d wish you were with me, Sebastian, because although I’ve got a damn good imagination, I’d rather have the real thing any day.”

I closed my eyes for a moment
, then looked up to meet his.

“I
’m so wet for you, Sebastian. Do you want to touch me?”

He swallowed and I saw some of his anxiety return, so I closed my eyes and rubbed myself harder.

Then I heard the floorboards creak as he stood up, and felt the mattress shift as he climbed onto the bed. He hesitated for a second, and then I felt him nudge my hand out of the way, as he circled his fingers around, then pushed two inside me.

I groaned loudly when he fastened his mouth over my breast and started to tease the nipple out, sucking hard. I ran my hands over his shoulders and felt a slight tremor ripple through him. He moved over to my other breast, swirling his tongue around and over me, pulling lightly with his teeth, filling me with need.

Then his kisses trailed down my body, and I held my breath as I felt his tongue sliding inside me.

I called out his name, and he pushed my legs further apart, really working me, and I orgasmed loudly, watching as he moved up to kiss my thigh.

“Much, much better than my imagination, Sebastian!” I gasped.

He chuckled quietly.

I brushed my hands over his briefs, unable to help myself.

“Oh, you
’re so hard, tesoro… I want you inside me.”

“Where are the fucking condoms, Caro,” he said, in a tight voice.

“Don’t need them: I’ve been taking the pill. Just you, Sebastian, now.”

I pushed his briefs over his hips, and fastened both hands over his erection and guided him inside me.

He groaned, a long, drawn-out sigh of pleasure.

It felt so good, stretching and filling, deep inside me. I clenched around him.

“Fuck, Caro!” he gasped.

“Don
’t try and control it,” I begged him, “Just love me. Love me, Sebastian.”

He flexed his hips and began to thrust into me.

It felt so intense; we were so intimately connected, joined together, man and woman, moving as one body, one soul, one purpose.

He cried out and shuddered, pouring himself inside me, filling me with his love and trust, bringing us together again.

When he’d finished, he rested between my thighs, his face buried in my neck, his breath still coming in gasps. I stroked his back and told him I loved him.

Eventually he pulled out and curled up next to me: I could feel his cheeks were wet with tears.

“Are you okay?” I said, quietly.

He nodded without speaking, and then he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

“Very okay, Caro. I’m very okay.”

And we held each other without the need to speak again.

After that, the dam holding back our intimacy had been breached, and Sebastian
’s mind started to heal as well as his body.

There was something I had to ask him
, and I didn’t know if it was going to be a good idea or not.