Page 147 of The Legend
I meet his eyes, wild and feral as he pulled at the strapsof my garter trying to rip them away. He didn’t have to tug too hard and theywere falling to the floor followed by my panties and bra.
His kisses had an intensity I hadn’t seen in a while.
“I can’tget enough of you.” He finally spoke. “I still want you every minute of theday. I still get hard when I think of you naked sprawled out before me.” Hishand slipped from my cheek and down the valley between my breasts, eyesremaining locked with mine. “Please believe me when I say that.”
Withoutsaying anything, I brought his mouth back to mine wanting more of those intensekisses.
We were onthe bed in seconds and he was entering me the next.
“Make loveto me.” I begged holding onto him anywhere I could.
I couldfeel his body shaking slightly. Catching his stare that was on me, I looked athim, really looked at him. “I love you.”
Jamesonlet out a shaking breath that seemed emotional for him and nodded; his eyesglistened and then got watery. “I love you too honey.”
His lefthand, the hand I’d seen show so many his anger, softly touched my cheek, theother wound in my hair to tip my head back slightly. “I’m sorry. Please believeme.”
His eyesremained intently focused on me, carefully watching.“Sway?”
His handrose hesitantly brushing the tears aside that I didn’t know had slipped away.Dipping his head, his fingers raised my chin for me to look at him. “Do youbelieve me?”
“I do.”
Shiftinghis hips, he began to move inside me. “I want you to know that I will give youwhatever you want but I will never hurt you physically for pleasure. That’s notme.”
Nodding, Iunderstood why he had gotten so upset.
“This isyou and me. Don’t over think it.Just feel.Feel me...” He pushed himself deeper moving my leg uphis thigh higher. His body trembled under my touch. “Feel you...” His hands cradled my head in his hands.“Feel us...”
I fell. Completelyfell into a state of fluffy clouds and daisy fields. It was like finding a newgroove on a slick track only no one else new the groove was there. We made lovefor hours. Sensual mind blowing sex but the kind that was leisurely and full oflong passionate kisses that shook you to the very core and felt like you werenewlyweds and nothing matters but that promise you made under thousands oftwinkle lights and a fresh blanket of snow.
I felt hisbreath on my face. He was watching me feeling the moment too. His exhale wasstrained, words shaking. “You’re so beautiful.”
I got lostin my favorite grass green eyes feeling him, feeling me, feeling us. I couldn’tdo anything but stare, locked in his eyes that still held that fire I alwaysknew. There’s a hunger there that can spread goose bumps and send your heartracing but also beat slow and low with want.
Flushedskin and steady movements, I knew that he felt it too. His palm found my jaw;his thumb brushing my lip as he tilted my face to meet his. His lips partedwith heavy lids before he kissed me again.
Life isnever perfect. Even the strongest crumble and fall to their knees. Even legendssay enough is enough. There’s also a moment in time, a whisper of hope, aglisten of desire. It’s a thread to a tie that brings a husband and wifetogether again. It’s feeling him, it’s feeling me but it’s feeling us.
There aretimes when making love that you fall apart together. It might not happen often butit does. It did that night. With sticky cheeks for months of crying, he showedme the love he still had to give to me, like it was inside of me just as muchas it was part of him. His cry of pleasure that shot straight through me waslow, lips feather light as they barely touched my own. My lids fell shut as Ifall just as hard surrounded by those same twinkle lights, shared moments,teasing touches and a blanket of snow, breathless and dreamless.
Hewhispered that he never wanted to stop but eventually we did and laid therewrapped around one another.
As the sunrose of our balcony, I smiled into his arm that was draped around me. “When didyou fall in love with me?”
Part of mehad been worried that with the accident that he would have forgotten memoriesthat meant so much to me, memories that made us.
Jamesonburied his face between my neck and shoulder and chuckled softly sliding hisright hand over the curve of my body. “Looking back on it now, the shift wasgradual but I remember when it hit me completely.”
“When?”Twistingin his arms, I wanted to see his eyes. Tracing my fingers over his jaw, Istopped when I got to the tangled loops that had begun to grow back and smiled.Every day he was a little more likehimself.
“That dayI left Bellingham.” His head tipped sideways as he looked at me. “Do youremember when we were standing in the rain, when you ran out on the runway?”
Smiling, Ihummed at the memory instead of replying.
“That’swhen.” He said softly. “When you wrapped your arms around me, I fell. I fellhard and never looked back.”
“I’m gladyou never looked back.” I was just about to shift our positions so I could findthat camshaft again when he got up. “Hey,” I whined with a pout. “Come backover here. I wasn’t done.”
