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She could only stare dazedly when he settled next to her and turned her back to him. He glided in slowly, easing out again,before driving in until he was deep inside her. He held her against him, his mouth busy on the sensitive spot at the side of her neck. Yasmine was disoriented, drunk with passion, overflowing from it. She came again and this time the flood swept them both away. He heard someone groan and realized it was him as he flooded her with his seed, washing away the past hurt and pain and coming home.
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He let her sleep in. He had tired her out by making love to her twice before allowing her to fall into an exhausted sleep, with her head on his shoulder. His hunger for her was astounding. He could not stop touching her. Could not stop staring at her. She was in his arms, in his bed and it felt as if she had been there forever.
Taking a quick shower, he walked back in to get dressed and distracted himself by staring at her again. Shaking his head, he put something on and made his way downstairs. It surprised him to see that it was snowing. Fat, lazy drops of it drifting from a whitened sky. It was ten in the morning. Deciding against coffee, he put the kettle on for some tea. He would make a Spanish omelet. His very loyal and efficient housekeeper had left the ingredients out -- all he had to do was to prepare it.
He was just laying the golden omelet on two plates when she walked in, smelling like his body splash and wearing another of his sweaters -- this one the color of smoke.
"I was about to bring you breakfast. Sit."
"Oh, look!" She rushed towards the window to stare. The drifts had turned into a blizzard now with the snow coming down rapidly.
"We're supposed to be getting several inches." He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her thick waist. "It's perfect weather for staying in."
He was nuzzling the back of her neck.
"It is." She turned away from the startlingly beautiful view to wrap her arms around his neck. "You're spoiling me."
"You deserve it." He captured her mouth in a kiss that had them both hot.
"Conail." She whispered against his lips and leaned against him, her heart beating out of control.
"Let me feed you." With unsteady hands, he pressed her shoulders and led her to the counter. "Wheat toast?"
She nodded, barely able to gather her thoughts. He was turning out to be more than she ever dreamed. And she wanted him to tell her he loved her. She needed to hear him say the words. His actions indicated that he was feeling it, but she needed the words. She also wanted to know if he still loved that woman. It would pain her to know if he thought of her, so she kept her opinions and questions to herself.
"What's the matter?" He placed the plate in front of her and gave her a quizzical stare.
"You're doing all the cooking." She cut off a piece of loaded eggs and took a taste. "This is very good."
"I can't take the credit." He steeped the tea and added honey, before putting it next to her plate. "I was thinking we could spend some time in the theater."
She blinked at him, the fork suspended halfway to her mouth. "Did you say theater?"
He grinned as he sat across from her. "You'll see."
Chapter 18
It was really a theater. He led the way through the wide passage, passing the well-stocked library and the gold and green powder room to a large room tucked next to the gym.
He waited while she stopped just inside the doorway, her eyes wide as she took in the scene. It was set up like a movie theater, with the large screen suspended a few feet on what looked like a dais. Lush red carpet was on the floor and dozens of comfortable reclining chairs were placed in front of the screen. Recessed lights were placed strategically in the concave roof and looked like stars dotting a velvety sky.
He stayed behind as she took small steps into the room.
"A concession stand?" She wandered over to stare at the rows of popcorn and soda machines, before turning to look at him.
"I love movies and prefer to watch them in the privacy of my own home," he offered as an explanation. "Shall we?"
Taking her hand, he led her to the front where there was something like a daybed in the middle. Settling her down on it, he ordered the screen to come on.
"What's your preference?"
Shaking her head, she waited until he was beside her before she spoke. "I'm still processing." She snuggled when he pulled the blankets over them. There were no windows to let in any lights, and very soon, he had killed the ones shining from the ceiling. "This is really something."
"I had it specially designed. What would you like to see?"
"A scary movie." She grinned at him. "Something that makes me so afraid, I will be clinging to you."
