Waiting for her abusive husband to finish with his latest mistress, Kate overhears his plans to sabotage one of the company’s joint projects with the Navy. Terrified, she grabs her six-year old and flees the ranch. She plans are to drive to Mexico, but decides to go through Arizona. Of course, being in Arizona brings back old and happy memories. She should stop and get some sleep, but pushes on and ends up crashing into a tree. When she comes to, she finds herself on a winery owned by none other than Ryan Cooper – her first husband and her child’s father she believed was dead.
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Edita A. Petrick
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This is what she always remembered all those nights at the Coldwater Ranch when sleep wouldn't come. His powerful, muscular outline surrendered to her arms while his mouth teased her with promises she knew would deliver what her body craved. He removed her pants with one bold slide that brought his hands down to her hips and across her belly. Then he explored her lower region in a possessive, nevertheless gentle and exciting way. She slid her hands down because she wanted to feel the rest of him without the layers of clothing. She’d wiggled out of her panties but she wasn't going to let him rise and take his off completely. There just wasn't any time for that. Waves of suffocating desire kept flushing through her body, making her moan and arch her back against him.
"Katie, let me take the jeans off," he gasped.
he moved her head from side to side. "I want you inside me... now!" She struggled not to lose contact with his body while he tried to gain modicum of freedom that would allow him to do what she wanted him to do.
"Katie, my love," he whispered, planting hot, moist kisses all over her face. Finally, she felt the soft tip of the ridge slide to where her body craved to feel it. She smiled and raised her hips at the same time as he thrust inside her.
It's been a long time since she felt the breathless tensing, and that long moment of intensity that made both of them stop in order to savour the passionate feeling of the entry. She opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her, his mouth pursed tightly.
She raised her hands and planted them firmly on his shoulders, smiling, "You have no idea how long I wanted to feel you with me like this." Her body spasmed out of sheer pleasure that the feeling released.
"Katie, all I ever prayed for was to hold you again. There’s no one who could fill that void in my life after you left. I love you with all my heart."
"And body and soul," she whispered with a crinkly smile.
"Everything there is which gives purpose to life." He gave her the same kind of crooked smile. She kissed its corners, working her way into the middle where she knew the passion lived that would always be hers to drink.
Their kiss was deep and long, framed by moist, hot passion. It was a signal to their bodies to embark on a course they have defined as their own. He moved with long, powerful thrusts and her body began to wage a war with his rhythm. When her shuddering release left her wrapped in a gauzy mood of peace and lethargy, she knew that life had finally started to play fair with her.
She willed herself to hold him hard as he still worked on his own release. She knew it would come soon. She could always tell when her husband was about to lose control because his rhythm shattered into series of quick, almost frantic thrusts. His mouth rained equally frantic kisses all over her face and neck. At the last moment when his breath came in short blasts, she raised her hips and wrapped her legs around him.
The sensation of his lightning-strike rhythm jarred her body out of its lethargy. She arched her back and cried out when the pressure grew overwhelming. His soft, rolling moan changed into a sharp, gusty groan. His explosive release came at the right time because he was already settling down just as she wanted him to hold still so she could define her own rhythm as forced upon her by her spasming body.
"Katie, I couldn't hold on...didn't wait for you," he gasped, his weight settling on top of her.
She felt her mouth pull into a lazy smile, "You waited long enough...."