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I did not love her enough to just pack up and leave.” Using his thumbs, he tilted her face upwards. “You on the other hand were different. I would have followed you to the ends of the earth.
That’s how I knew I was completely and irrevocably in love with you. Now can we put this to bed?”
She nodded, her eyes shimmering with love.
“I am sorry.”
“You have nothing to be scared about.” Sliding one hand down her throat and over her arm, he took her hand and placed it where his heart was beating unsteadily. “You have my heart Georgie and it’s time you realize that.”
“Kiss me," she whispered achingly.
Hauling her into his arms, he crushed her lips with his.
*****
“Did I hurt you?” Reaching over, he switched the lamp on so that he could see the bruises. They had started in the gym, tearing at each other’s clothing. At some point, he picked her up and came upstairs where they barely made it to the bed.
She was still straddling him, her body quivering in the aftermath of the passion that had rocked them to their very souls.
“No.” She laughed softly, leaning forward, her fingers tangled in the dense dark blonde hairs on his chest. “It was wonderful.”
“I was rough.” He winced and felt a touch of remorse as he stared at the big red bruise above her left nipple. There was another one on her neck where he had sunk his teeth in, when the climax punched through his body.
It had taken him over completely and he had lost control.
“Dammit, Georgie, you are pregnant and have been ill for weeks. I behaved like an animal.” He touched the slightly broken skin of her throat tentatively.
“Makeup sex is amazing.” She laughed at the grim look on his face. “Relax darling, I put a few bruises on you too.” She touched the bite marks on his shoulder.
“We have to practice some decorum and exercise a modicum of self-control.”
She burst out laughing. “Good luck with that.”
“I mean it.” He tried to sound resolute, but did not quite pull it off. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s not hurting me.” Her hands wandered over his chest as she reveled in the feel of the muscles flexing at her touch. “I feel pregnant and unattractive. What you did, the way you made love to me confirms that I am not. That you still think I am beautiful.”
“How can you doubt that?”
“I don’t know. Oh yes, it might be the fact that I was skin and bones and now just getting some flesh on me. That might have a lot to do with it.” Her impish smile had him pulling her head down for a rousing kiss.
“Even so, you are still the most beautiful woman in the world to me," he whispered against her lips.
“I will remind you of that when I am unable to see my toes.”
“When that happens, I will tell you what they look like.” He grinned at her pained expression. “Now how about we try and get some sleep? Hmm?”
“I am not tired.” She rotated her hips and had him hissing out a breath.
“Georgie, what are you doing?”
“Just, stoking the flames.” Her fingers moved over his nipples and had him sucking in air. “Just exercising my powers of persuasion. Turns out that I still need some convincing, that I can turn my man on.”
“Baby– Oh Christ!” His fingers gripped her hips as she undulated her body.
“Sweetheart–”He broke off with a curse and realized that it was too late. He was already as hard as the proverbial rock.
“You witch," he whispered, his arms wrapping around her as he succumbed to her powers.