The Heart Surgeon's Secret Son

Words would only get in their way. Besides, he didn’t know what to say, how to put what he was feeling into words. Much better to show her.

Despite her soft protests, he lifted her, carried her to her king-sized bed, grateful she had a room with a bed big enough for both of them.

Ripping back the covers, he lowered her and, after sliding out of his underwear, he joined her between the crisp cream-colored sheets.

“We’ll talk later, Kimberly. Let me touch you first. Please.”

She hesitated, looked torn, which on some level told him they should talk first, but this was Kimberly. His Kimberly, and he’d missed her. For fifteen years he’d missed looking into her eyes, missed touching her and knowing she was his.

For the moment she was his again and he’d take the moment and make it his own.

“Daniel.”

How many nights had he woken up over the years with her sweet voice in his ear, calling out his name, only to find that he’d dreamed her yet again?

Tonight was no dream. This was real.

He and Kimberly, as they had always been meant to be. Together.

He kissed her. Long and hard and until they were both breathless. Then he kissed her more. Her lips. Her pretty face. Her soft throat. Her breasts.

He kissed her until she whimpered beneath him, held on to his shoulders and met his gaze with such longing and need he could no longer restrain himself.

Until he no longer wanted anything but Kimberly.

He slipped her panties down her hips.

“I want you,” he whispered, sliding his hands over her, inside her. He stroked, lavished her with attention, soaked up the caresses she bestowed on his aching body.

A voice deep within screamed that this was Kimberly he held, Kimberly he touched, and had he lost his mind?

“Daniel, please,” she whispered against his lips, her gaze locked on his. What he saw in her eyes told him he had lost his mind. Had lost his mind the moment he’d met her and had never regained it.

Hating to get up, he did so, found his wallet and got out a condom.

In seconds he had th

e rubber barrier rolled over himself.

One thrust of his hips brought him deep into where he always wanted to be. Where he never wanted to leave.

“Kimberly.”

She was tight and hot and wet.

He wasn’t going to last.

But he paced himself, moving slowly at first, watching her eyes glaze with passion, feeling her body wind tighter and tighter as she neared orgasm.

“I’ve missed you, Daniel. So much.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind he wanted to remind her he’d wanted to spend his life loving her and she’d been the one to walk away from their relationship.

“Tell me,” he encouraged her, wanting to hear her words of need, wanting to know he wasn’t alone in this crazy need.

The rhythm between them spiraled upward, steadily building to a crescendo, steadily engulfing more and more of reality and carrying them to some other world where only the two of them existed.

“I dream of you,” she panted into his ear, her voice a raspy whisper. “I wake up with thoughts of you haunting my mind, my body.”