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locks feeling like damp silk against her skin. The words she wanted to say burned her throat and tongue, explanations and declarations that would only cause more pain because the end would only be the same. Instead she said the only part of the truth that might help to heal... “I’m sorry, mi tesoro .”
    His eyes glistened for a moment and his throat worked on a hard swallow. “So am I.”
    Setting his jaw, he turned from the entrance, carrying her past the couch and through the open louvered double-doors to the bedroom. Faith didn’t look away as they approached the bed, expecting the room had changed as much as they both had and wanting to remember it as it had been.
    One of his hands slid up her spine to cradle the back of her head. He lowered her to the mattress as if she was cherished and breakable. Her back settled onto the cool comforter and she released him with reluctance, wishing only to hold him close, to soothe him, to say with her touch and body what she knew better than to say with words. He arranged her for his pleasure, with her hips at the edge of the bed. He stood between her spread legs, a sexual fantasy come to life, exuding dominance and forceful masculinity from every pore.
    He tossed her skirt out of the way and took his cock in hand. Fisting it once. Twice. Color flagging his cheekbones, a wince betraying how hard he was. She opened wider for him, her thighs falling open, followed shortly by the untying of her dress and the parting of the halves. Arching her back, Faith raised her lace covered breasts to him, remembering how he’d worshipped them in their youth. They were not what they’d been then; her body hadn’t weathered the years as well as his. But it didn’t seem to matter now. A decade slipped away as if it had never come between them at all. Here she was, only hours after his return, offering herself to him with no restraint. Desperate to regain the closeness they’d shared.
    “ Me vuelves loca ,” he groaned, angling his penis to stroke the thick crown through the lips of her pussy, up and down, nudging her swollen clit with every pass.
    Faith writhed with need, her chest tight with a yearning she was certain would destroy her when he left again. “You’re driving me crazy. Don’t tease me, Miguel.”
    There was no time for teasing. The hours between now and his departure were too precious to waste. Her stomach knotted at the thought, the urgency of time running away from her filled her with aching fear. How had she lived without this... without him for so long?
    He watched her face as he rubbed his satiny cockhead against her. “But you’re so beautiful like this. I’ve dreamt of you just this way.”
    “Stop dreaming,” she said between clenched teeth. “Start fucking.”
    There was the slightest tease of a smile, which damn near stopped her heart, then he notched the tip of his magnificent cock in the entrance to her body. “Say it again. Tell me to fuck you.”
    Deliberately inciting him, she squeezed her breast is one hand and reached between her legs with the other. She scissored her fingers and gripped his shaft between her knuckles, licking her lips in blatant provocation. “ Hazme el amor .”
    Make love to me .
    He caught his lower lip between even white teeth, his features so austerely sexual she creamed in expectation, bathing him in a fresh rush of moisture. He slid in a fraction deeper and electricity raced across her skin. It had been so long... She’d missed him so much...
    He filled her with a practiced roll of his hips, stretching her delectably. The familiar feeling of utter surrender swept over her, arching her neck and closing her eyes. “ Miguel .”
    “Christ,” he hissed, shuddering as he touched the end of her, the lips of her sex hugging the wide root of his cock. “You’re burning up and so fucking tight. Squeezing me like a fist.”
    Her hand moved to his bare hip, her heavy eyelids lifting so she could watch him move. Sex was an art