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  For the first time in all the years they’d been together, she truly felt connected to him. They were grieving together, for the mess their once beautiful marriage had turned into. She remembered how he’d been the only man who’d done everything and anything to make her happy. The man who’d loved her and who she’d loved. The man she still loved. He slid a thumb over her cheek, removing the tear marking its way down to her jaw.

  His head lowered, tentatively, almost as if he were afraid she’d reject him, until their faces were mere millimeters from each other. She held her breath and waited…and wanted. Oh God how she wanted. Her body silently begged for his caress. Hunger sparked in his eyes and turned his already handsome face into a decadent treat. It had been so long since they’d even done something as simple as kiss. Already her lips tingled, and he’d yet to touch her. Their gazes still locked, he nuzzled her lips, caressing hers with his own. She sighed and shut her eyes.

  “I’m sorry too.” His voice was low, raspy. “I’ve missed you so much.”

  Her heart flipped and butterflies took flight. Their lips met in a soft kiss. A different emotion than grief filled her heart—a longing for the man she’d loved and lost. The kiss deepened into a sensual mating of their tongues. He pulled away. His gaze sent waves of heat in her direction, the same kind she’d missed and desperately wanted back. He kissed her again, harder and more demanding. The feeling of his tongue sliding in and out made her body shudder. She moaned. Intense arousal flooded her core and expanded to each of her limbs. He nipped at her lips. Each small nibble dragged her further from reality and into the realm of need.

  It became a mental strain to focus on anything other than him, his hands, and his lips and oh yes…his body. Since the first time she’d seen him, his body had done the unbelievable—it turned her hormones and sharp mind to mush. She’d missed him so damn much. The memories of the many lonely past months tugged at her heart. If only they could go back and change things.

  He held her tighter to him, pressing his erection into her belly. She whimpered and shut down all thoughts. Only her need for him expanded in her mind. Her brain tried to tell her to stop, to think about what was going on. They were about to get a divorce, yet all her body wanted was to be filled by him. She almost growled when he pulled away from her.

  Suppressed desire filled his gaze almost devouring her with its intensity. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  Her nipples pebbled tight under her thin dress. If he’d asked that question a day before, or even a few hours back, she would’ve said no. After the things he’d shared, it was as if a new door had opened. She had no idea what this meant. With the situation at hand— a building falling around them —she didn’t want to think too much.

  “Yes. I-I’ve missed you too.” She’d more than missed him. Her world had fallen askew from the moment she’d left and had yet to right itself. She’d been half living knowing that her heart was still in tatters over the failed marriage. The failure she’d been to him as a wife. His mother had always condemned her for being a part-time wife. Her career should have come second to making a family. The idea had rooted in Ari’s brain and taken hold.

  A rumble sounded outside the room. Somehow knowing he was there with her, it no longer upset her. Instead, it filled her with peace. If this was the end, then she was happy it was Nick who held her for these last few moments.

  She wanted to feel his lips kissing her, his hands touching her, and his body possessing her, and she didn’t want to wait until the building fell around them. “Make love to me.”

  Apparently that was all he needed to hear. With one swift move, he lifted her to the table. Blood thundered in her ears and made it hard for her to hear anything. Only the pounding of her own harsh beats. His intense gaze ratcheted the tension in her core until electric currents ran down her body and pooled between her legs. She trailed her fingers down the cotton T-shirt. While the soft material felt nice under her fingertips, what she wanted was his skin, his hot muscled skin. She slid her hands under the fabric and sighed.

  For a second, time stopped.

  Arousal flared bright, like the first time he’d touched her, growing to uncontrollable proportions.

  He gripped the T-shirt, tugged it off his body, and revealed all the skin she’d loved to kiss. Her gaze slid over each bulge, ripple, and bulky muscle until she knew her arousal dripped on the table. Oh, boy. It was getting harder to think. She caressed his pecs and his small tight nipples with her thumbs. He shuddered.

  She glanced up, caught him biting his lip, and couldn’t stop herself. Leaning forward, she curled her nails into his biceps. The lovely muscles contracted. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear she was gripping steel. First, she rubbed her nose over his chest, inhaling his scent. He smelled so damn good. He’d been the only man who made her lose her ability to think since their first date. His was the first and only gaze that turned her body into an orgasm waiting to happen.

  “Oh, baby.”

  Nick’s moan was a dose of kerosene to her already raging fire. Her pussy throbbed in need. She swiped her tongue over his chest. The hunger for him flourished into monstrous proportions. She had to have him. Twirling her tongue over his nipple, she licked and laved the little bud. His taste exploded on her tongue, hot sex and candy wrapped in warm caramel. Delicious. Her body buzzed with happiness when he inhaled sharply and groaned. Good. Let him feel some of the desperation she felt. She grazed her teeth over his nipple, nibbling on the puckered flesh.

  “Ari, baby... What are you doing to me?”

  She wiggled on the table. What was she doing to him? How she wished it were that simple. He was the one that played her body with those magical fingers as if she were a musical instrument. Their lips met in another mind-muddling kiss. A more intense, hungry, and overpowering kiss. He lowered the straps on her dress and grazed his lips down to her chest. Each stroke with his mouth was a burn, a new brand he made with his lips, reclaiming what was already, and would always be…his. She wanted to tell him how much she’d missed him. How much she wanted him. How much she loved him still. All that came out was a soft whimper.

  He continued to kiss and lick her chest while his hands lowered the zipper at her spine. The fitted material slid down, releasing her breasts from its firm hold. Her lungs quaked with each inhale. Taking a breath was nearly impossible when all she wanted to do was to stop and revel in the feel of his lips on her breast.

  “Oh, Nick.” He probably didn’t hear her soft whisper. She could hardly hear her thoughts over the raucous hammering in the building. Or maybe that was her heart thumping the beats in her ears and fighting with her whimpers for the title of the loudest. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked his wet tongue over it. She swore bright stars exploded behind her lids.

  “Yesss.”

  She was glad for his hand on her back when she arched her spine and pushed her breast deeper into his mouth. How her fingers ended up gripping his hair, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that the soft strands in her fist increased the excitement buzzing in her blood.

  “Please!” Sparkles of lust heated her to the core.

  He kissed his way to her other breast, leaving a trail of licks along the way. Her body yearned for more. For everything. It had been grueling when she left him. Her heart was still in a sad state of disrepair. Now that he was once again bringing her to the heights of pleasure, everything felt lighter. As if a weight had magically lifted and things could somehow fix themselves.

  We shouldn’t do this. We’re getting a divorce. The thought broke through her hazy desire and tried to sober her into full mental consciousness. She pushed it to the back of her mind and focused on the here and now. He moved his hands to her knees, trailed his way up her thighs, and slowly lifted the skirt of her dress in the process. Her breath hitched. He yanked the dress over her head and left her spread open and panting, wearing only the wet gold panties.

  He fingered her over the damp material at her crot
ch. A shudder racked her when he rubbed the wet satin panties on her clit. Her legs shook, and minor explosions went off in her core. Her lids fluttered closed.

  “Fuck! Baby, you’re so hot. So wet.” He groaned into her swollen breast and grazed his teeth over her nipple. “I missed your sexy body doing this for me.” He sucked her and rubbed her pleasure nub harder. “Do you know how hot it was to feel your slick body gripping my cock while I drove into you?”

  She was going to come. And she didn’t care how pathetic that made her look. His words were like the playback button on a DVD. Each of them turned into a visual of the things they’d done. Of every kiss, lick, and suck he’d ever given her. Of his hands caressing her pussy like he was doing then. Of him driving deep and hard into her, making her knees shake and her body soar. He continued to rub her over the soaked material, over and over, until she was begging for more.

  “Oh my—” She groaned. Her sex throbbed, desperate to be filled. Finally, when she swore she could take no more of his delicious torture, he pushed the wet satin to the side and dipped his calloused digits into her pussy, her muscles immediately flexing around his fingers.

  Liquid lava spread through her body, scorching her blood with fervent need. She jerked her eyes open and glanced down. He drove her crazy with those possessive looks. An invisible bond linked them again. Silent tremors shook her and turned her blood to scorching fire. She tugged on his short hair and made him look up at her. Thick passionate energy swirled in his gaze.

  “Please, Nick. It’s been too long,” she admitted with urgency. “I need you now!”

  She pulled his hair, harder than she ever had and urged him to come closer. The moment his waist was within reach, she unbuckled and unzipped him without breaking the deep connection between their locked gazes. The vein in his cheek jerked and her pussy ached. She knew that he was highly aroused. If the vein hadn’t been an indication, the way his nose flared sure was, as was the way he clenched his jaw and the hand that gripped her thigh. He finger fucked her so damn slowly it was like being punished and rewarded at the same time. Mesmerized on the vision of his movements, she stared as he dipped in, pulled out, and stroked the wet fingers around her clit.

  With a quick gulp, she shoved his pants down and freed him. She was filled with new urgent need when she saw his cock. The view had never been so good. Thick, hard, and dripping beads of pre-cum from the smooth mushroomed head. It made her want to jump him. All her body and mind clamored for was him. Inside her. Taking her. She gripped his shaft in her fist, and he groaned. Desire scorched her from within with each thrust of his cock into her fist. She licked her lips and tried to swallow past the dryness in her throat.

  “Do we need protection?” She hadn’t been with anyone else since their separation. That didn’t mean the same applied to him.

  “There hasn’t been anyone else for me since you. There never will be.”

  At that moment, her heart broke a little more for them. For the pain they’d both endured and the love that hadn’t been enough. Their gazes met, held, and a world of communication happened with just one look. “Please, Nick. Make love to me.”

  With any other man, she wouldn’t have thought of it as love making, but he was her one and only.

  Always would be.

  He tugged at the bows on the sides of her panties, until they came undone. She braced herself on the table and lifted her butt off so he could slide the soaked material from under her. She curled a hand around the base of his shaft and used her other hand to spread the moisture from the slit down his length. Her need drove her to near madness. She wanted him. Now.

  As if reading her mind, he pounced on her. He stepped into her open thighs and slid his length up and down her wet pussy lips. A blazing ball of tension started to gather in her core. She panted and curled her hands around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Their lips met, and he slid into her in a fast thrust. All the way in until their pelvises touched. She gasped into the kiss. It took her body a second to adjust to being invaded by his. She hadn’t been with him in so long, and her nerve endings in her pussy were stretched taut.

  “That feels so…”

  “Perfect,” he added, finishing the sentence for her.

  He hauled her closer to the table’s edge. She whimpered. Each of his drives were better, harder, and deeper than the last. She didn’t know how it was possible for him to intensify the scalding passion in her sex. Her internal temperature and pleas increased with each thrust. She gladly gave herself over to the sensations raging in her blood.

  It had always been this way, hot and intense. With enough fire, she thought they’d burn down the house around them. Her body had never ceased to crave him. He drove a hand into her curls, the curls plastered around her face and neck with perspiration, and gripped the back of her head to keep her at an angle. Their kiss was an untamable reunion of body and heart. At least for her it was. The pain she’d been experiencing for over six months was being replaced by lust, passion, and the need to reconnect with the man she loved.

  Wild demand trekked across from his body into hers with each unyielding thrust. She tore her lips from his. Heady tension gathered from every corner of her body, centered in her pussy and womb, until she thought her orgasm would never arrive. Clinging to him as if her life depended on it, she moaned at the delicious friction their bodies created. He licked her jaw and bit his fingers into her ass cheeks.

  The sound of his harsh breathing by her ear added another notch to the unforgiving tension.

  “I missed you, baby.” He kissed her ear lobe. “You’re the only one for me.”

  Almost like his words were what she’d been waiting for her, she felt her body give. A quick unraveling took place. So quickly, she’d swear it was happening on fast forward. Then she was there, jumping off the cliff and diving head first into bliss.

  “Oh! Nick.” His name came out a choked moan. Waves of pleasure lapped over her. She held on to him and enjoyed the ride. He continued, until he thrust a final time deep, and came hard, grunting her name with his release. Warm semen bathed the neck of her womb.

  Mind muddled and still more than a little aroused, she hugged him and tried to hold back the tears. He’d been wonderful. Better than she remembered. He cradled her head in his shoulder and caressed her back, their bodies still locked together tight.

  Thump! Crack!

  They jerked. Both glanced around the room and tried to figure out what happened. She gasped, a piece of the ceiling had fallen on a chair and destroyed it. The chair was no more than ten feet away from them.

  “Come on. Let’s get dressed.” He grimaced and helped her off the table. “This place is going to fall apart sooner or later.” He frowned. “We need to try and figure out what to do to get out of here.”

  She wondered what would happen between them after this. Would he still want a divorce? She knew she didn’t have it in her to act as if the past year and a half hadn’t happened. Just the thought made the anxiety she’d walked into the office with reappear. Worrying about the future would only matter if they survived the building that was trying to bury them alive.

  Nick listened to the building rattle around them. Pieces of white plaster fell everywhere. His stomached churned with concern for their present situation. He and his wife were finally talking, something they hadn’t done in almost two years, and it had to happen while their lives were on the line. He marched to the side where the small window was blocked off by concrete.

  “What are you doing?”

  He glanced over his shoulder, watching Ariana step around the pieces of plaster on the ground and make her way toward him. He held out a hand and helped her over a bigger piece of debris. “We need to get out of here. I’m hoping that this side, since it’s closer to the street, will have better reception.”

  She nodded. His chest ached from the number of emotions running rampant inside him, the first being fear. He was scared. Scared that his time with her would be up soon, and it was
unfair. He yanked his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. One bar. It felt like forever after dialing 9-1-1 before the call was connected. He almost fell to his knees in thanks when he got an operator.

  Another piece of the ceiling fell. He pushed Ariana behind him, into a corner, and explained to the operator that they needed help, that they were trapped. Ari’s warm breath caressed his back, making goose bumps flare all along his skin. He tried to stay calm. It was hard with the building rattling and knowing the one person he loved most in the world was in danger and he couldn’t do anything about it. He gave the operator instructions on where they were and was told help was on the way. She asked him to stay on the line if possible, which he was more than happy to do, except the reception cut off and he was once again without service.

  He cursed.

  “Is everything okay? They’re coming right?” Her voice was soft, but he heard the trembling fear in her tone.

  “They’re coming. We’ll get out of here soon.” He turned to face her, holding her loosely in his arms. There was a mixture of apprehension and concern in her gaze. He hated seeing her anything other than happy.

  “Nick…” She gulped, bit her lip and glanced at his mouth before meeting his gaze. “When we get out of here…”

  He knew what she was asking. The same questions were in his mind. Anxiety worked its way into his gut. Where did they go from there? “Tell me something, do you still want a divorce?”

  She swallowed. He held his breath and waited. “I’m not sure how to answer that. I never really wanted a divorce, but we lost our way.”

  He cupped her cheek and kissed her. She tasted so good, like the biggest temptation to ever touch his heart. She was his. The only woman his body craved. The only woman his soul had ever connected with and claimed as his other half.

  She pulled back. A frown marred her brows and hurt filled her eyes. “You can’t expect me to forget what happened between us. Where do we go from here?”