A Love Stolen
have no regrets.
    He kissed her, but she sensed his conflict. "I didn't come prepared for this. We may have gotten carried away."
    She kissed him back, smiling against his lips. "I'm still on the pill."
    "Thank God." He sighed against her mouth as he pushed inside her. "Lila, you're so wet."
    "All for you." She wrapped her other leg around his waist as he pressed her body into the floor. "It's always been for you."
    He lifted his body up and pressed his weight on his forearm. He glanced down
    and watched as he disappeared inside her.
    Their connection was stronger than ever. Any doubts Lila had about the two of
    them didn't seem prominent anymore. The only thing that mattered now was they'd rediscovered one another. They'd found what they'd lost in a matter of minutes.
    He ran his fingers through her hair. "Look at me."
    She focused on him. For the first time since coming back to town, his eyes were the way she'd remembered. Full of life and love.
    Love? Could he still love her? After all the time they'd lost?
    "I've waited so long for you," he whispered, as he lowered his lips to hers.
    "I know." She tightened her hold on his waist with her legs. "Trevor."
    Her body tensed, and then she came as hard as she had just a few minutes ago.
    The climax rocked through her body as she shuddered against him.
    He collapsed onto her, whispering her name as he spilled inside her.
    She closed her eyes and held onto him. In a few seconds, he'd remove himself
    from her body, and she feared their connection would be lost again.
    She couldn't handle not being tied to him. The pull she felt to him now was
    stronger than it had ever been before.

Chapter Eight
    Trevor pulled Lila back, between his legs, and wrapped his arms around her
    waist. She draped the blanket over them and rested her back against his chest,
    indulging in the feel of his warm skin. The rain continued to pelt against the side of the house. The storm didn't show any signs of letting up anytime soon. Lila didn't care. She took comfort in the safety of her lover's arms.
    "I've missed you so much." He twirled her hair around his fingers. "There wasn't a day I didn't think about you."
    "I don't believe that." She held back the tears that threatened to spill; she didn't want to cry. "How could you have thought about me? You had a wife and a baby."
    Reality settled in for her. It didn't take long at all. How could she have let things get this far between them?
    "I know it was wrong, but you were always on my mind. I wondered what you
    were doing and who you were with. I used to ask your dad how you were doing. He told me you'd finished college and were renting a nice house in the city. He was so proud of you."
    She wiped her eyes.
    "I'm sorry." He held her tighter. "I know you miss him, but he was so happy he was going to live with you, toward the end. He told me."
    "He did?" She often worried he was sad to leave his house and friends.
    "He said he wanted to spend whatever time he had left with you."
    "We had fun." She laughed. "When he was in between treatments and up to it, we'd walk and talk for hours. I miss him."
    "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you. I had so much shit going on." He shook his head. "I knew his health was failing. I should've at least called you."
    "We hadn't spoken in almost five years. Your little boy was sick, and then you went through a divorce."
    "I could've called you."
    "And I could've called you when I heard Jeremy was sick. Is that why you and Mary Grace broke up? Was the stress of Jeremy's illness too much?"
    He shook his head. "I think we were strong enough to handle that."
    She shifted her body so she could look at him. She saw the pain in his eyes. She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. "You look so troubled. I realized it as soon as I saw you the other day."
    "That's because you know me better than anyone."
    "I know something is wrong, but I understand if you don't want to tell me." She hoped, after what they'd just shared, he'd be

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