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touched. As foreplay went, it was very chaste. Drew allowed me to set the tone and he limited himself to those narrow perimeters, even as I felt him stiffen and grow against me.
    When I finally slipped a hand between us and grasped him in my gentle grip, he shuddered against me. His hand covered my breast and I gasped as his lips traveled down my body to join it. His warm tongue surrounded the pert nipple gently as he sucked me into his mouth. As if he knew how tender my breasts now were, he applied no pressure, just tiny quick circles until I arched my back towards him.
    He rose easily to his feet and swept me up into his arms. “A clean slate,” he promised again as he carried me toward our suite. “Our new life.”
    He carried me all the way to our large, walk-in shower. Several jets overhead spat out warm water to wash the sand and grit from our bodies. His hands were gentle but firm as he bathed me, loving attending to every detail of my body. I followed suit, lost in his eyes as I liberally explored the hard ridges and contours of his athletic build. He turned off the faucet behind me before pulling me from the stall. He wiped me down with a lush towel and I mirrored his action.
    Finally he took me by the hand and led me to that netted circular bed. He laid me down on my back before him. His mouth dragged from my lips to my neck, my neck to my breast, and finally he kissed his way along my tummy until he disappeared between my legs.
    I gasped as he used his fingers to open me up to him. His tongue was firm and decisive as it touched off the nerve center at my core. I couldn’t help but cry out. His fingers dug gently into my hips as he pulled me closer to his mouth, his tongue slathering against me until he felt my thighs shake against his ears. Then, with a deliberate look, he crawled up my body.
    I could taste myself on his lips as he kissed me. He cradled my head in his hands as he fit himself between my legs. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he murmured against my mouth and I shook my head slightly. “Every day from the day you left,” he whispered. “I ached to hold you in my arms. To feel you all around me, like you were made just for me.”
    My eyes fluttered closed as I felt that hard shaft slide against me. He toyed with my mouth in slow, open-mouthed kisses.
    “It could be so good between us, Rachel. I can make you happy. Let me be the one to make you happy.”
    “You’re my husband, Drew,” was all I could utter in response.
    “Not yet,” he said as his eyes locked with mine. “Open your heart to me, Rachel. Give yourself to me, body and soul.”
    I stared into this endless blue eyes, deeper and often more treacherous than any ocean. This was my point of no return, far more binding than a fancy ceremony or a piece of paper. I swallowed hard before I gave an imperceptible nod.
    “Say it,” he commanded, his eyes locked on my mouth.
    “I give myself to you,” I eked out. “Body and soul.”
    “That is your real vow,” h e growled with satisfaction as he sank himself within me. I gasped at how hard he was, and how deep. But he was gentle as he started to stroke. He was considerate and loving as he eased me toward that first explosive orgasm, already set in motion from his oral foreplay. “My bride,” he whispered before he landed a possessive kiss on my mouth.
    He held my arms over my head as he thrust slowly and deliberately. His eyes were locked on my face, forcing me to look him in the eye, to be totally present with him in that moment.
    He remembered my body well. He knew just where to touch, exactly how hard to thrust. He was gentler than he had been in the past, probably due to my condition. But even that couldn’t restrain his passion. He trembled in my arms with every thrust, his face contorted as he stared down at me, memorizing every moment. His strokes hastened as he hoarsely commanded, “Say my name, Rachel.”
    I was powerless to resist. “Drew,” I gasped as