Page 113 of Missing Marcus

“If I saw you, I knew I’d beg you to take me back.” His thumb moved over hers. “Then I turned all the hurt into rage and hate to make it through the day. When we met at the lawyer’s office, you smelled incredible and appeared so damn beautiful it nearly brought me to my knees, yet I refused to give in.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? You didn’t even ask what I thought about you taking on a more dangerous job. I knew I married a military man and accepted what it entailed. You’re a SEAL. It’s dangerous enough. Didn’t you think about how I might’ve felt if you died?”

He shook his head. “No. Because my only mission focused on coming home to you.”

Gabby sobbed. “At what price, Marcus? You shattered me. I worked my ass off to make you proud of me and paid off the house and truck early using my education. Then you left me with nothing.”

“I stayed away, believing I got revenge on you for sleeping with another man. I’m here to tell you that it’s you who won. My heart stopped beating until I saw you at the hospital. I’ve acted like a damn fool and hurt you. The last couple of months have opened my eyes. Living in Serenity has brought my soul some peace. I won’t fight you, baby. You deserve a better man. If this divorce brings you happiness, then I’ll let you go,” his voice faltered.

“Marcus, we can’t go back. You said so yourself. I don’t know if I can forget or forgive all this. There’s too much…and now we have a child coming.”

He swallowed, “I understand.” He kissed her hand. “Will you let me make love to you? I don’t want my last memory to be of the night of your graduation. I want to let go of us, with you knowing I never stopped loving you. I’ll spend my life missing the old me before I lost you,” he whispered.

Gabby leaned in and kissed his lips. Her tears mingled with his as they said goodbye. Knight slowly sat up, gently pulling her with him. She lifted her arms, while he slid her top over her head. He pulled the pins from her hair and used his fingers to let it fall around her shoulders. He bent and kissed her collarbone as he unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms.

Gabby’s fingers slid under his shirt, lifting it until he grabbed the edges, yanking it off. His hand wrapped around her neck while his tongue delved into her mouth, seeking hers.

She shivered as he pressed her against the pillows, sliding the maternity pants and panties down her legs. He crawled up the bed to her belly. He caressed it as if memorizing the miracle they created.

“When you remember the night we created Tiger, don’t dwell on the doubts plaguing you about me. I loved you then and I love you even more now. When you someday tell this child how we created him or her, don’t hesitate to tell them we did it with love,” he whispered as he reverently kissed the growing bump.

“I won’t,” she assured him with tear filled eyes. “Promise me you’ll spend time with our child. Don’t let your demons ruin this relationship. This baby deserves a good father.” Gabby ran her hand through his hair.

“I’m not letting Tiger or you down ever again. No matter how we decide things from here on out, I’ll support you.” Knight moved to her swollen breasts, his finger traced along the enlarged areola, watching the tiny bumps rise to the surface and her nipples pebble.

Leaning down, he swiped his tongue over one as he tugged on the other. Gabby’s chest rose and he heard her breath hitch. “Are they too sensitive? I read they become tender.”

“No.” She moaned. “It feels good. I’ve missed you. My body remembers and aches for your touch,” Gabby confided.

He raised his face to kiss her lips and traced the outline of her form from her collarbone, over her breast, along her bump to her mound. Knight separated her silky folds with his fingers, discovering her damp. “You’re wet. I forgot how you tasted on my lips and tongue.”

Marcus pressed in deeper, as Gabby’s hips rose upward, begging for more. “I’m greedy and if this is the last time to experience heaven, I want you soaked.”

She whimpered as he removed his hand and slowly slid back in, curling upward until he found the spot he searched for. Gabby gasped as he pressed harder and retreated again. Her walls clenched around him, begging him not to withdraw.

“Please, please,” she begged as his movements slowed yet he still brushed against the tender spot, sending sparks of desire running through her.

“Ahhh, there,” he murmured as he removed his glistening fingers, showing them to her before he put them in his mouth, sucking off her essence from his fingers.

“Do you want more?” Marcus’ hand reached for hers and pressed it against his rock-hard cock. “Or do you want this?”

“Both,” she responded as he unzipped his pants and rolled off the bed to remove the rest of his clothing. Moving beside her, he kissed her, letting her taste her own juices from his lips.

Gabby’s hand reached out to grasp his erection, swiping the liquid from the tip and sucking it off. He closed his eyes and groaned his pleasure.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I want to cherish every part of you. I’m selfish. I want you to remember how much I love you. No man will ever worship you the way I do. We’re made for each other. I messed up and I’ll pay the price by losing you to someone else. Never forget this night.”

A soft sob tore from her throat and Marcus placed his hand on her chest. “No, sweetheart. There’s no crying. We let go of the past and keep this one special memory to replace the pain. When I’m done, I want you to remember the love we shared.”

He waited until she nodded before he scooted lower in the bed and sank between her legs. “Close your eyes and feel me, Gabby.”

She did as he bid. Marcus held her soft skin back, gently using his tongue to circle the tiny pearl, before exploring between her folds. She sighed breathlessly as he teased her unmercifully. His warm breath started a fire inside her while his mouth stoked the flames, taking her higher and higher.

She squirmed beneath him and he wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her prisoner while he sucked and licked to his heart’s content.

“Marcus,” her voice came out strangled.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he responded, his voice dropped low and husky.

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