The Suspicious Proposal by Cherry Kay

her snugly and kissed her with the starved passion of a lover who had been denied.
     
    She kissed him back, just as anxiously as he did, for she had missed him like the air that she needed to breathe, and feeling herself in his arms again was much more powerful than she had ever imagined it might be. He opened her mouth with his and slid his tongue along hers, twisting and turning, drawing up the need and heat in her belly so sharply that she closed her fingers and hands around him tightly.
     
    She lost her breath as he slid his hands into the loosened buttons on her blouse, moving below the material and grasping her rounded breasts. He moved his fingers and thumbs over her stiff nipples and she moaned with pleasure as his hands massaged her ardently.
     
    "I need you..." he told her, "now... It feels like it's been so long since we made love. I miss you. Come with me to your bed."  She closed her eyes and let the thrill of desire flood through her. It set her on fire, made her breathless, and the more his mouth moved over her, canvassing her mouth, her neck, and the tops of her breasts, the more she lost herself to her growing passion for him.
     
    "Brittany..." he pleaded, “make love with me!" He pulled her close to him and she felt his hard need against her. It made her ache with need for him in return and she looked up at him and kissed him ardently before taking his hand and leading him to her bedroom.
     
    They pulled one another's clothes from their bodies, and their emotion was heightened by having gone through so much anguish apart, that as they began to come together, they felt every nuance, every pleasure, every need and desire, even more so.
     
    Her nimble fingers moved over the buttons on his shirt, pulling them open until he was bared before her and she was able to kiss and touch the body that she had missed so much. He too, pushed and pulled at her jeans and blouse until she was nude and he could cup her curves and run his hands and fingers along the lines of her.
     
    Logan laid her down in her bed and she reached for a condom, handing it to him as he hovered over her, ready and throbbing for her. He did not hesitate a moment, but put it on himself and in moments he had spread her legs apart and thrust himself into her depths.
     
    She arched her back, her fingers holding tightly to his shoulders and then to his back and finally to his hips, as he began to push himself into her, and she lifted her own hips to meet his.
     
    Pleasure felt like electricity flashing through her and nearly paralyzing her with its power and magnitude. His mouth could not get enough of her; kissing her skin, biting at it, sucking soft and then hard on every part of her that he tasted, from her neck and ears to her nipples and fingers. The more they shared with one another, the more they wanted.
     
    "This...." he told her as he rolled to his back and held her on top of him, clamping his hands to her hips and rocking her over his erection, "...this is what I want for the rest of my life. This, always with you. God I could never get enough of you."
     
    He looked up at her face, into her warm brown eyes and told her, "I love you. Do you hear me? I love you, more than anything."
     
    She was thrilled to hear him say it and she grinned at him as she swayed her body over his, sliding him deep into her, "I love you, Logan Grayson. I want this always, too." She leaned over and kissed him, tasting his lips and running her fingers firmly down his muscular chest as they rocked in a hard rhythm with one another.
     
    They touched, teased, tasted, and made love for a long while before he could no longer hold in his release. He held her tightly to his chest, to his heart, and gasped loudly as his body shuddered and he came, his condom reassuring her that he wanted her for who she was, and not so that she could carry his child for money.
     
    Brittany felt relief and joy wash over her, and she leaned up and kissed him softly, and they fell