He looked at her and suddenly there was nobody else in the room. His lips curled in sweet satisfaction. The thoughts running through his head registered in his eyes as they lit the room with their intensity. She stood mesmerised. If she reached out she would be able to touch the heat between them. She was afraid to move, afraid that if she so much as let out a breath this feeling would evaporate. Steadily, powerfully he lifted his hand and reached for her. His fingers entwined in her hair and for the first time she let herself believe it was really him. After all this time, it was him who reached for her now, drew her to him. It was the warmth of his breath on her cheek as he leant seductively closer that made her heart ache. The look in those brown eyes as he said her name made her realise that she wasn’t dreaming. He felt it too. The excitement that was building inside her bubbled through her veins instead of blood. All rational thought ran far away and in its place was the longing that had kept her lying awake night after night wondering, wishing. His soft lips came down on her, tenderly at first and then as hers parted and agreed to accept the invitation, more demanding. Passion, lust, want, need, months of it all wrapped up came out in one explosive moment of ecstasy.
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