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“This is like a dream,” he admitted, his breath fanning over my lips as he stared down into my eyes and I let myself get lost in his big brown soulful eyes, just like I used to. They felt like home.

“I’ve imagined it a million times,” I said before I could bite my tongue. Embarrassment burned my cheeks at the admission, but his sexy smile only grew.

“You have?” he asked in wonder, continuing to stroke his fingers over my cheek, somehow soothing a part of me I didn’t know could be calmed by mere physical touch.

Feeling a little less embarrassed by his response, I nodded. “I guess that’s surprising considering…” I trailed off, not wanting to bring up how I’d ended things.

“No, it’s not surprising,” he said, his voice rolling over me in a sensuous yet comforting way. “You and I have unfinished business, Emma,” he said before he leaned down and captured my mouth again, this time more slowly, like he had all the time in the world. I reveled in the taste of him and how strong and reassuring his arms felt banded around me.

As much as I was enjoying the comfort of his arms, my body wanted more and I decided that, at least for tonight, my body would call the shots. So with a quaking breath, I reached up and gently pushed off Jaime’s shoulders, breaking our kiss. He looked dismayed for a split second before his eyes followed my fingers as they methodically unbuttoned his shirt.

He watched me intently with his dark gaze, the heat in his eyes emboldening me as I shoved his shirt off his shoulders.

Once he was bare chested, I let my eyes take in the sculpted muscles, the light sprinkling of hair on his chest and how it trailed down his defined abs and below his belt. Giddiness raced through me as I trailed my fingertips down his chest and over his stomach, relishing in the way his stomach muscles tightened at my touch. He watched me as I leaned forward and touched my lips to his chest, slowly trailing kisses over his hot skin, darting my tongue out for a taste now and then as I slowly sank to my knees before him.

I hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until my fingers started working at undoing his belt and his breath came out in a hiss and then his fingers were in my hair, gently pulling my head back to look up at him.

How many times had I fantasized about being in this very position, looking up at this man who I could never seem to forget?

“Emma,” he growled. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you in this position,” he admitted. “But I’m not sure I could survive that right now. I need to be inside you, to feel you wrapped around me,” he said in anguish.

Feeling even more emboldened, I rose to my feet, not breaking eye contact as I stood, my fingers still working at his belt and then the snap and zipper of his pants. “Then that’s where you shall be,” I said, as I shoved his pants down over his boxers.

The corner of his mouth quirked upward, and he lunged forward, cupping my face in his hands. “I swear, Bella, you’re going to be the death of me… but I can’t think of a better way to go,” he whispered before he took my mouth again, this time his lips and tongue were much more insistent, taking possession of me even as he shimmied out of his pants.

My hands went to the elastic waistband of his boxers and I shoved those down too, Jaime releasing me long enough to kick them to the side. When he reached for me again, however, I stopped him by placing a palm on his chest while my other hand went to explore the hard, impressive length before me.

I wrapped my fingers around his girth and smiled at the way he sucked in a sharp breath. I gave it a few tentative strokes, enjoying how hard he was for me. “Of all the fantasies I’ve had,” I said, stroking him a little more firmly now, “this is better than I imagined,” I told him in a low voice.

He huffed out a strangled laugh as he watched me intensely beneath those midnight lashes. “I aim to please,” he teased.

I smiled at him then, “Thank God for that,” I said, still stroking him as I leaned into him for another soul searing kiss.

After a long moment, he broke the kiss abruptly, panting as he looked down into my face. “Bella,” he breathed raggedly, “you have way too many clothes on,” he said, eyeing me darkly.

I smiled at him coyly, as I released him and stepped back, watching his expression as I reached behind me and unzipped the back of my dress, the thin straps slipping from my shoulders beneath the weight of the shimmery material and I let the dress fall on its own to the floor, puddling around my matching heels.

A growl ripped from his throat and he stepped forward, snaking his arm around my waist, then bending down to slip his other arm behind my knees to lift me into his arms.

He held me to him effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing, and let his hungry eyes rove down my body before swinging his gaze back to mine. “As soon as we hit the sheets, that scrap of fabric you call panties is coming off,” he warned before glancing towards my feet and turning back to me, “but the heels stay on.”

Jaime set me down on the bed and the sensation of the silky sheets at my back and Jaime's hard body sliding in between my legs as he lowered himself over me was mind altering.

His mouth attacked mine, and then it was trailing fervent kisses and nibbles, licking at the sensitive skin of my neck, shoulders, and chest.

His hands skated up my waist, cupping the heavy weight of my breasts, and it felt like his mouth was determined to taste every square inch of the two orbs. When his hot mouth finally closed over one of my painfully hard nipples, I cried out, digging my fingers into his thick hair, my hips involuntarily bucking upwards against his erection.

If I thought the sensation of his mouth sucking at my nipple was mind blowing, it was nothing compared to the friction between his hard cock and my still covered pussy. I could feel how wet I was against the silky material of my panties, and my grinding made it even worse.

Jaime growled against my skin, his mouth moving more frantically now down my stomach and I missed the heat of his erection against my center but when he shoved his shoulders in between my shaking thighs, I knew I was about to received the contact I so desperately needed.

He was not gentle with the scrap of fabric still covering me, tearing them away easily, and I’d never been so delighted to see something so completely ruined.

Jaime groaned at the sight of me and his eyes met mine briefly before he focused completely on what was right in front of him. I suppressed a shiver at the way he licked his lips before placing tender kisses over my quivering opening. “Jaime,” I breathed, my hands fisting the sheets next to my hips, preparing for what was to come.

His breath was hot over my exposed skin as his fingers gently explored my slick folds, and my moans filled the air as his fingers grew more confident in their caresses. When the pad of his thumb rubbed my clit, I nearly bolted from the bed, the sensation so intense I cried out his name.

My reaction seemed to spur him on because before I could completely come back down to earth, he slipped a finger inside and started stroking, slowly at first, before adding a second one.

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