Second Wife by Unknown Read Free Book Online

that was clearly
    under restraint. Flynn wasn’t going to push her. Sensing that, Heather allowed herself to respond.
    Her arms stole around his neck and her body leaned into the warmth and strength of his. She could feel
    the heat and need in him just as she had been able to feel it all those months ago. It reached out to pull her
    into the ancient masculine trap, and Heather knew she was getting entangled in the shimmering web. But
    this much had been real, she thought. The passion had been honest.
    „Heather, honey, it’s going to be all right this time. I swear it.“ Flynn’s words were a ragged promise
    that he repeated over and over again as he sank down onto the carpet. He pulled her with him, settling her
    across his legs so that she was cradled against his chest.
    Heather’s senses began to spin as Flynn deepened the kiss. His hand stroked along her shoulder and
    down her arm as he thrust the tip of his tongue between her lips. Heather kept her eyes closed, holding old
    memories at bay but unable to stop new ones from taking shape. She heard the soft, sexy little moan, and
    belatedly realized she was the one who had made the small sound. Her arms crept more tightly around
    Flynn’s neck.
    He pulled her closer. Beneath her thigh she could feel the undeniable hardness of him. His fingers
    slipped off her arm and onto her hip. He touched her as if the very shape of her were something he had
    been craving for a long while. His palm curved around her thigh, fingers squeezing gently. There was no
    doubting the desire in him, but he handled her as if she were delicate crystal. The restraint he had placed on
    himself was as obvious as it was unexpected.
    Heather marveled at the tenderness of his caresses. Flynn’s lovemaking had always been excitingly pas
    sionate, his approach bold and sensual, but she didn’t remember this element of aching tenderness. It was
    new and it was unbelievably seductive. She had been prepared to withstand the whirlwind, and found her-
    self dealing, instead, with a soft evening breeze. How did one fight the softest of breezes, the kind that
    brought the clean, warm, spicy scent of the desert with them? She had always loved the desert. Perhaps
    she had been fated to always love this man.
    „You don’t know how I’ve missed the feel of you, sweetheart.“ Flynn breathed the words against her
    throat as he tasted her in a series of clinging little kisses that brought another sigh from Heather. Her arms
    tightened around him and she nestled closer to the waiting heat and hardness he offered. She let herself
    forget the past and the future, indulging her senses in the rich excitement they had learned months ago from
    Flynn. All the old need to give herself to him bubbled up inside her, as strong now as it had been eight
    months previously.
    „Flynn,“ she murmured into his shirt. „It’s been so long.“
    „I know,“ he whispered. „Believe me, I know.“ He flattened his hand on the curve of her stomach and
    moved it upward, skimming over her breasts. Then he slowly began to undo the buttons of the emerald
    green shirt she wore.
    Heather could feel his fingers trembling slightly and she found the knowledge almost painfully endearing.
    Flynn was taking nothing for granted tonight, not even her surrender. His body was pleading with hers. He
    was not so much an aggressor as a supplicant. The knowledge gave Heather a sense of confidence. When
    he finished unfastening her shirt and moved his hand inside the fabric to cup her breast she realized she was
    hanging on to him as if for dear life. Her legs shifted restlessly as she turned her lips against the warm col
    umn of his throat.
    „Ah, Heather, I’ve dreamed of this. You’ll never know how often.“ Flynn groaned and cradled her
    closer. He gently caught one nipple between thumb and forefinger and urged it into full flower. Then he
    bent his head to kiss the throbbing peak. Heather shivered in his arms. „I won’t hurt you,“