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I did have every song the Beatles recorded. I set the playlist, stood, took her hand, and pulled her close. “Let’s dance. Judging from the way you climb a tree, I think you’ll be a natural.”

I was amazed at the way we fit as “P.S. I Love You” began playing. She was so light on her feet, I looked down to be sure she was touching the ground. I sang the words I knew.

I loved her. What I’d felt for anyone else, even my late fiancée, was nothing to the way my heart beat for Anneliese.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Anneliese

Bruce sang the words to all the songs. The glade and Oakdale were the only places I knew. The France I knew hundreds of years ago didn’t exist.

I liked dancing, pressed against him. His hands caressed my backside. I wrapped my hands around his strong neck as if I had done it a thousand times.

I was still shaken from before, when I’d slipped back into my beloved tree. It was different then, intolerable, when Bruce cried “nooo.” His distress pulled me back to him like the magnet Callie had showed me.

Grenmann said I had until moonrise the next day, a bit after midday, to return to my tree—or I would stay in this body until it died. My thoughts whirled. Bruce let go of me to check his phone. “I have to stop the music now, or else the battery will die. It’s time, babe, for us…whatever you want.”

I wanted him. I wanted to slide my hand under the fine linen of his shirt and glide it over his firm chest, then under his pants. I wanted to take him inside me and feel his mouth and hands on my skin.

He stood still, as if carved out of wood. I slipped his shirt buttons out of their fastenings and pressed my lips to his flat nipple.

“Anneliese….” I undid his belt, then his pants. They dropped to the ground. He kicked them free. I slid my hand to his cock. He grabbed my wrist. “Say you want me, all of me, because if you’re not sure, we need to stop now.”

I took him in hand and pulled him free, then sank onto my knees and tasted him. “That’s a yes,” he said. I looked up and saw his cocky grin I loved so much. I ran my tongue along a spot I remembered he liked when we were together so long ago. He groaned. He held my head gently, showing me what he liked, then pulled free. “In my pants, there’s a small square package. It’s a condom. I need to put it on because I want to come inside you. It’s so you don’t get pregnant.”

I gave him the condom and stood. He ripped open the package and put the thin plastic over his erection. I stroked it. “Doesn’t it hurt to be covered?”

He caressed my cheek. “Only that I want you bare, with nothing between us. I’ve never wanted that with anyone else, even Diana…who I was going to marry. I’m clean, free of disease. I just got tested.”

The lantern was close, so I saw the sad look on his face when he said “Diana.” Jealousy I had never known crashed through me at the thought that he had been with this Diana. Could I make him forget her—and all his other women?

I touched his jaw. It bristled with his whiskers. He kissed my palm, then my lips. I traced the seam of his lips with my tongue. He pulled me into his hard, warm body. I tasted wine, cookies, and him. His mouth hardened, showing me with his tongue how it would be when he was inside me. He lifted his mouth, grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head.

He moved us closer to the lantern. “I want to see you; I have to see you.” We sunk to the earth in a tangle of legs and hands, our mouths fused together. When I broke away to breathe, he spoke against my ear. “This may go fast, babe, our first time. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” He trailed his mouth along my jaw and down my neck to my nipple. “I love these perfect little tits.” He rubbed my nipples between his fingers. I cried out. “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?”

I pulled him back to me with force.

“I take that as a double-no.” I felt him smile, sorry I could not see it. He pinched my nipples, then soothed them with his tongue. My sex throbbed, like the first time I saw him. I wrapped my hand around his cock, hating the plastic that covered it. He grabbed my wrist. “No, babe. I want you so bad, I’ll explode in your hand if you keep this up. I want to come inside you for the first time.”

I tilted so my clitoris rubbed against him. “My baby’s impatient.” He grinned, cocky as ever. I glided my hands up through the smattering of hairs on his chest to his nipples. They hardened under my touch. His pupils dilated so rings of deepest blue surrounded them. My love, my heart… He teased my pearl of nerves with his thumb. I arched my back into his touch. He pressed one, then two, fingers inside me. “You’re wet for me. I fucking love that.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped his firm backside, urging him, begging him to slide inside me. “Bruce…”

“Tell me what you want.”

I gripped him harder. “You, inside me.” His thick cock rubbed against my sensitive nub, then he was inside me. He went slow, then froze. “You’re a virgin.”

A virgin’s body? Again? Étienne had been my first. I had been terrified and not prepared for the intrusion of my husband’s cock. It had hurt. Étienne had not been patient.

I pushed that unpleasant memory away. I wanted Bruce now. “Please.” I squeezed my legs around him tighter. Sweat dripped off his temples. He thrusted, piercing through the thin barrier, and stopped again. It stung. He dropped his damp forehead to mine as my breathing slowed. I adjusted to his fullness. The pain ebbed. I lifted to take him deeper.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

His tenderness undid me. My nerves coiled, waiting, wanting. “Please, Bruce.”

“You feel like heaven and home.” He thrusted fast and deep, then pulled out. His thickness rubbed over pleasure points deep inside me. I grazed his nipple with my teeth, wanting more.

He flipped us so I was on my knees, my backside in the air. He spoke against my ear. “I dreamed of us like this.” He plunged into me, mounting me. “Do you like it this way?” He nipped my neck and pinched my nipple. I moaned his name. He thrusted again, then again. I was lost in sensation. My life force quickened. I tightened. A sweet rush exploded through me.

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