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"Don't...mo-o-ve," gasped Kacie, digging her fingernails into the skin over Peter's shoulder blades, her elbows pressed tight against his ribs and her thighs clamped to his hips, inner muscles convulsing around his sex.
"Oh! God! Why would I want to?" he groaned. The muscles in his arms spasmed and trembled as he struggled to support his weight, straining to sustain his present position for as long as possible. They held one another wordlessly as pulse and breathing rates slowly returned to normal. Peter relaxed into a controlled free fall, rolling over and collapsing onto his back, pulling Kacie close to his chest. They shared a lingering kiss before she snuggled her head under his chin, both of them still trembling.
"Mmm," she murmured into the side of his neck, caressing his collarbone with love-softened lips. "Oh, Peter! That was...That was..."
"It sure was," Peter gasped fervently, smoothing back her hair and kissing her forehead as perspiration ran freely down his face and neck.
Kacie reached down and grabbed the corner of a tangled bedsheet, blotting away some of the moisture. Kissing his neck and the underside of his jaw, she brushed his shoulder with the backs of her fingers. "I don't know what it is about this bed, but I wish we could pack it up and take it back home with us."
Peter laughed and combed her damp, tangled hair with his fingers. "If you can figure out a way to get it on the plane with us, I'm all for it."
Kacie sighed contentedly. "Mmm. Wish we didn't have to go home tomorrow. These two weeks alone with you here in Florida have been heaven." Sliding her hand up his chest, she curled her fingers around his neck and tenderly rubbed his jaw line with her thumb.
He closed his eyes dreamily. "Mmm hmm. No cold, no snow, no phone calls, no work schedules, long walks on the beach, lo-o-ng nights in bed." He kissed the tip of her nose and cuddled her closer. "Tell me again why we have to go back?"
She giggled and nuzzled his throat. "I guess 'cuz that's what our plane tickets say. That and the fact that Dr. McClanahan might want to use his beach house himself. Even doctors take vacations once in awhile."
Peter lightly ran his fingers up and down the bare skin on her back. "It was nice of him to give us the use of his place and send us off here to Palm Beach. This time alone was just what we needed."
"Which is why he got us off work on medical leave, Hon." She deepened her voice and imitated the doctor's gruff manner. "'You both look like hell. Get out of here and recuperate someplace warm.'"
Fluffing the pillow under his head with one hand, Peter admitted, "He's a pretty great guy. Makes me ashamed I thought the things about him I did."
Kacie's hand fell away from Peter's face and she started to pull out of his embrace. "That was my fault," she confessed sadly. "If only I'd have told you right away about the miscarriage. I…"
He hushed her by laying his index finger against her lips. "Stop right there." Peter's command was gentle, but firm. "We've been over this already. We both were wrong. We both made mistakes in judgment." He tipped up her chin so he could look directly into her eyes, the moonlight shining through the skylight making them glimmer with an iridescent gleam. "All that is in the past. I want to look ahead to our future together. No secrets." Kissing her gently, he went on, "No walls." Another kiss. "No more jumping to conclusions. Nothing but open and honest communication."
He kissed her again and began to nip at her ear lobe. Inhaling her fragrance, he murmured huskily, "I'm glad you're wearing your old perfume again. It was such a part of you. I missed it."
Running a hand across the muscles of his chest, she answered softly, "It helped to have the salesclerk remind me that every perfume takes on its own identity with the person who wears it." Kissing the pulse that throbbed at the base of his neck, she went on, "Once I quit being a hysterical female, it seemed pretty dumb to quit wearing a fragrance that we both liked so much."
He propped himself up on one arm, half-sitting up in the bed. "Kacie, I swear to God that I have never once thought of another woman when I've been with you, and…"
His words choked off as she jerked him back down into her arms and silenced his lips with hers. Giving him another quick kiss, she scolded, "Now who's raking up the past? I don't want to talk about what's-her-name." Slipping her arms around him, she insinuated herself back into his embrace, growling, "When I saw her kissing you, I wanted to scratch her eyes out."
Peter chuckled deep in his throat as he pictured a cat fight between Tyler and Kacie. "I felt the same way about McClanahan when I saw you in his arms. He didn't know how close to the truth he was when he said he was surprised I didn't shoot him."
His arms involuntarily tightened around her as her wandering lips and tongue electrified the sensitive hollow behind his ear. Rolling back his head to give her easier access, he shivered and gasped, "My God, woman, don't you ever get tired?" His breathing grew heavier, and he felt the stirrings of renewed desire in his groin.
"Not in this bed I don't," she purred into his ear. "And I just remembered that I never made things up to you for the last time I was 'too tired'." Sliding her leg over his, she went on, "Of course, I suppose we could stop if you're the one who's tired."
His answer was to roll them both over until she was on her back, his lips eating at hers, hungry and demanding, hers responding and submitting. He pulled back momentarily to smile into her face, and was dismayed to see tears shining in her eyes. "Sweetheart, what's the matter? Oh God, I didn't hurt you, did I? Honey, what's wrong?" He cupped her face in his palm, his eyes begging forgiveness for whatever had caused her distress.
She gulped once and whispered in a wobbly voice, "I never knew it was possible to love someone as much as I love you." A single tear from each eye trickled down her cheeks, gleaming in the moonlight. "Every day, I love you more."
He kissed away her tears. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me." His lips found hers again; the kiss they shared sweet and tender. "I love you more than life itself. Nothing, and no one, is ever going to come between us again."
Their lips met, at first a tentative nibbling, a sharing of butterfly kisses that deepened into passion, as limbs entwined and hands and mouths touched and caressed.
The sounds of the waves pounding the shore blended with the cries of their lovemaking, while the bedroom curtains fluttered in the ocean breeze.