Page 59 of Kisses Sweeter than Wine

Merlot nodded as he tore off his T-shirt, tossing it across the room.

“For the record, we do need to use those.” She pointed to the condoms. “I’m not on any birth control.”

“Good to know and super glad our kid came prepared, although that sentence is a bit of a mood killer.”

She laughed. “Can you not mention him again for a little while? Because if you keep doing that, you won’t get lucky.”

“I’m already lucky.” He jumped to his knees, yanked her by the legs, and shoved her down on her back. “Do you remember the last time we did this?”

“Like it was yesterday.” She shimmed out of her shirt, exposing her breasts.

He groaned. “I think they’re bigger.”

“I’m old and fat.”

“Neither one of those things is true.” He pressed his hot lips on her stomach. “I might have gotten a little better with age.”

“Don’t make me jealous of all the women you’ve been with, especially that bitch Rachel.”

“Please don’t ever bring her up again.” He lifted his head. “And how do you think I feel?” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Biting her lower lip, she arched her back. Every nerve ending in her body ignited under his touch. Her mind catapulted back to when she’d been a teenager and he’d explored her body for the first time. He’d been her first everything and she’d never forgotten.

He tugged at her shorts, pulling them and her panties to her ankles. “I’m so grateful to have you back and I don’t plan on ever letting you go.”

She never wanted to leave Merlot again but feared she’d have to.

“Hey.” Merlot eased in next to her, pulling her tight. “Stop worrying about Richard. We’re handling this and we will finally be able to be the family we were meant to be.”

She threw her arms around Merlot, pushing every negative thought to the back of her brain. This was not the time or place. No matter what happened, this was about reconnecting with the only man she’d ever loved. She needed him. Wanted him.

He kissed her, hard and with the kind of passion that came out of love. There was no denying it had never died. She felt it to her core. Her body came alive in ways it hadn’t in years.

“I have always loved you, Talbot,” he whispered.

She loved that he used the name that had become her identity. He bridged the gap between the teenager she once was and the woman she’d become. To her, it meant that he’d accepted their current reality. A name was just a name.

He rolled her to her back, dotting tender kisses down her stomach while his hands toyed with her breasts.

Her breath caught in her throat.

“You are so beautiful.” He pressed his mouth over her intimately.

Raising her hips, she gasped. The pleasure he brought to her body was as if she’d sailed home.

He glided his fingers inside, stroking gently, lapping at her like a tender brush of a feather. It was pure torture and she loved every second.

Sexually, this and providing oral sex to a man had been the one thing she couldn’t ever do. It had been the reason a few relationships had ended.

Her tummy tightened and twitched as he settled deeper inside, his tongue moving faster, increasing pressure.

She held on to the sensations rolling over her body. Gliding her fingers through his thick, dark hair that had grayed slightly at the temples, she glanced down, watching him bring her close to the purest form of gratification.

Curling her toes, she held her breath. She wanted it to last as long as it could. He’d done this to her many times before they’d had sex and he knew exactly what her body demanded. He never failed to deliver. He’d always been tender and unselfish, wanting to please her first.

He never demanded she touch him or take care of him like she’d heard her friends say their boyfriends had. It had humbled her and she had felt like she’d been the luckiest girl in all the world.

That hadn’t changed.

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