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“It was great, Angel,” Shep managed, his voice hoarse. He threaded his fingers through her slightly curled hair. “I like what we have…”
Nodding, finding it difficult to think, just feel, Willow absorbed him on every level of her being. He was strong, his muscles hard and reflexive as she moved her fingers slowly up and down his ribcage. Shep was so alive. So vital. She lay there upon him, eyes closed, dampness shared between their heated, perspiring bodies. Willow was consumed with love for him. He was a warrior, but always tender toward her in moments like these. He had always loved her as if she were the most beautiful, sacred being in his life. The way he treated her afterward always made Willow feel incredibly cherished. “I’ve never known that loving someone could be so beautiful… so wonderful,” Willow whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She felt Shep’s large, calloused hand smooth away the dampness across her shoulders.
“This can only happen when two hearts are involved,” Shep agreed thickly. Opening his eyes, he savored the sight of Willow lying across his body, her long, curved thighs bracketing his hips, her breasts pressed to his chest. A new emotional depth had been birthed between them. And Shep knew he fed her in every way. Good ways. Healing her as well as himself. He loved her. It would see them through their time in Ethiopia. Sliding his fingers through her hair, gently massaging her scalp, he heard her sigh, her arms sliding behind his neck, her lips softly kissing his cheek, temple and brow.
“I love you so much, and I’ve missed you so much…” she offered in a low voice, meeting his gaze, drowning in the love she saw as he held her.
His hands caressed her neck and shoulders. “You complete me, Willow,” he managed, still caught in the heat and pleasure of the moment. “We’ll use this time… our time… for us, for healing each other.”
“I like where we’re going… together…”
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