If she could have found her voice she would have told him that she couldn’t have waited any longer. But words were impossible when he guided himself to her and she felt him slowly begin to fill her.
As her body stretched to accommodate his, her chest tightened with emotion. She had never felt as complete as she did when Blake made them one. It had been that way in Las Vegas—it was that way now. And she knew in her heart that’s the way it would always be. He was her man—her other half—and no amount of time or distance or fear or insecurity would ever change that.
Her heart stalled as she realized she’d fallen in love with him all over again. But as she stared up at his handsome face, she knew that wasn’t true. If she was honest with herself, she’d have to admit she’d never fallen out of love with him.
“You feel so damned good,” Blake said, oblivious to her realization.
Deciding to think about her sudden insight later, Karly noticed his clenched jaw and the strained expression on his handsome face. It reflected his struggle for control and his determination to bring her pleasure before he found his own.
“Please make love to me, Blake,” she said, wrapping her arms around him as she arched her body into his.
Groaning, he lowered his lips to hers and to her delight, he began to rock against her. Slow and gentle, she was certain his movements were calculated to bring her the most pleasure he possibly could. He made her feel as if she was the most cherished woman on earth and that it was his privilege to be with her.
But all too soon the tension he was building within her gathered into a coil of longing in her most feminine parts. Blake must have sensed her readiness because he increased the depth and strength of his strokes. Just when she thought her body would shatter from the exquisite tightening inside of her, she was suddenly set free. Pleasure flowed through every cell in her body and she felt as if she might faint from the beautiful sensations that seemed to go on forever.
As she slowly began to drift back to reality, Karly felt Blake’s body surge into her one final time. He tightened his arms around her as if she was his lifeline and held her to him as he found his own shuddering release.
When he buried his head in the pillow beside her, she stroked the dark brown hair at the nape of his neck and reveled in their differences. His weight felt absolutely wonderful pressed against her and she felt surrounded by his much bigger body.
“I’m too heavy for you, sweetheart,” he said, levering himself up on his forearms. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek as he smiled down at her. “Are you all right?”
“I’m wonderful,” she said, nodding.
“You can add amazing to that, as well as exciting and beautiful,” he stated, brushing her lips with his. When he moved to her side, he pulled her to him and covered them both with the comforter. “It’s been so long since I made love to you, I’m afraid my control wasn’t what it should have been. I give you my word that the next time I’ll make sure to give you more pleasure.”
She shivered with anticipation at the thought of having him make love to her again. “As much as I love that idea, I think it would be best if we discussed a few things first,” she said, knowing that even though this had been wonderful, everything had become a lot more complicated.
When he failed to respond, she moved her head from where it was pillowed on his shoulder to look up at him. His eyes were closed and she could tell by the movement of his broad chest that he had fallen asleep.
Karly kissed his chin and closed her eyes. He was probably exhausted from working with the stallion he had been training most of the day.
She yawned and snuggled closer to him. It might be for the best that he’d fallen asleep before they could talk. She needed to come to terms with the newfound knowledge that she was still in love with her husband, as well as decide what she wanted to do about that insight.
Did she have the courage to ask him to put the divorce on hold for a while to see if they could make their marriage work? Was that what she really wanted? Could he forgive her for the mistake she’d made in thinking their marriage would lead to her resenting him as her mother had resented her father? What would she do if she asked him for another chance and he decided that wasn’t what he wanted?