Part 44 (1/2)

They'd come a long way from a two-room flat with a single creaky bed.

They owned a pair of homes now, in two countries, but the s.e.x was as

strong and sweet as it had been when he had had nothing in his pockets

but desperate hopes and s.h.i.+ny dreams.

They rolled over the bed, limbs tangled, mouths growing hungrier. As she

rose over him, he watched her aching pleasure reflected on her face.

She'd changed so little. Her hair swung to her shoulders now, sleek and

straight. Her skin was milk pale, delicately flushed from the pa.s.sion

that heated it. Pus.h.i.+ng up, he circled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with slow, whispery

kisses. When her head fell back, he sucked greedily, excited by the

small, helpless sounds she made.

With Bev, he wanted the beauty. With Bev, he found it.

Gripping her hips, he lifted her up and onto him, letting her set the

pace. Letting her take him exactly where he wanted to go.

Nm&D, SHE STRETCHED then curled up against him. With her eyes half

closed she could see the sun pouring through the windows. She wanted to

pretend it was morning, some lazy morning, when they could stay just as

they were for hours.

”I didn't think I'd like staying here this time, for all these months

while you recorded. But it's been wonderful.”

”We can stay a bit longer.” His energy was beginning to build, as it

always did after making love with her. ”We could take a few weeks, lie

around, go to Disneyland again.”

”Darren already thinks it's his own personal amus.e.m.e.nt park.”

”Then we'll have to build him one.” He rolled over, propping himself on

his elbow. ”Bev, I had a quick meeting with Pete before I came home.