God, she’d missed him. His hand came up to cradle her face, gentle, and he lay one leg lightly over hers. At any time, he could turn his body just so and settle himself between her legs. He didn’t though. He was never one to rush. He simply kissed her now, sweet and tender with the promise of heat, like stirring up coals that had nearly gone cold. She could feel that heat building inside her. Any moment, it would flare up, just as it always did between them.
See? She's feeling much better.
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