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  Her beautiful brown eyes clouded and her brow furrowed as she pulled her wrists from his loose grasp. “Your leg! I'm so sorry. You should already be lying down."

  She took his hand and led him down the hall into a small sunny bedroom off the kitchen. Worry pulled her lips into a frown as she stood by the side of a small narrow bed. “Lie down, please. I'll get you some water. Do you need some aspirin?"

  "No.” Scooping her into his arms, he deposited her into the centre of the bed. David pinned her to the mattress, caging her with his arms. “I don't give a damn about my leg. This is for you."

  Her lips parted, echoing the confusion that showed in her eyes. Taking advantage of her open mouth, he kissed her. Sweeping inside, he lost himself in her sweetness as she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer.

  When he finally broke the kiss and lifted his head, she stared into his eyes.

  "I'm not sure I understand.” Shifting against his hardened cock, she smiled. “I'm also not sure I care."

  Happier than he could ever remember being, he smoothed the hair back from her face. “The bed is for you."

  Before she could speak, he laid his finger across her lips. “Your first time was on a pile of empty flour sacks in a bombed out wine cellar."

  Scowling, she bit his finger. “So?"

  He removed his hand and placed it at her waist. “The second time was up against a splintery support beam.” He slid his hand upward to rest under the curve of her breast.

  "Did you hear me complaining?” she asked.

  One by one, he popped open the buttons on her dress until he'd exposed the creamy skin of her breasts. The bra had to go. Reaching around her back, he unhooked the contraption and slid his hand under the fabric and he cupped the full, firm mound. He kneaded her flesh and her nipple hardened instantly beneath his palm. Moira arched into his hand as a strangled moan escaped her lips.

  "Of course,” she added breathlessly, “I'm not complaining now, either.” She shoved his shirt off his shoulders and spread heated kisses everywhere she could reach. “Too many clothes,” she said, between caresses.

  "I thought you weren't complaining.” He laughed as she narrowed her eyes at him.

  "Get your clothes off, soldier."

  "Ladies first.” He slid his hand up her bare leg, dragging her skirt as he went. He hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down before cupping her mound.

  Moira bit back a groan as David's fingers swept through her damp heat and she pushed against him. Dear God, it felt good to have his hands on her again. It had been far too long and she needed so much more than what he was giving her. She wanted his tightly leashed passion, and she wanted it now. They had plenty of time later for slow and gentle.

  Struggling to a sitting position, she kicked off her shoes and yanked off the remainder of her clothing while he stood and did the same. She caught her breath at the red, puckered scar that marred his leg. Swallowing hard, she pushed back the lump that clogged her throat and scooted to the edge of the bed. She bent and placed tender kisses around the wound.

  "You could have been killed,” she choked out.

  He lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. “Not when I knew you were waiting for me."

  Her heart stuttered at the intensity in his voice. Blinking back a flood of happy tears, she teased, “You Americans certainly know how to woo a girl."

  He laughed, love and desire lighting his brilliant blue eyes. Giving her a playful shove, he covered her with his body, his erection prodding at her opening. “We certainly do."

  He dragged the head of his cock through the cream flooding her pussy. Just as quickly the playful atmosphere vanished, leaving them with nothing but desperation.

  "Don't tease,” she breathed. “I need you."

  "No more teasing,” he agreed and drove inside her.

  She cried out as his thick heat filled her, stretched her. It had been so long. Finally. Finally he was home. He was where he belonged.

  David stopped moving, frozen as if in pain. Slowly, he opened his eyes. “You feel so good,” he grated. “But I don't want to move. I want this to be good for you, too."

  She pushed her hips against his, loving the sensation of their joined bodies. “Love me, now,” she murmured, thrusting against him again.

  "Two years ago ... now ... for the rest of our lives,” he replied through gritted teeth.

  Moira kissed him, tumbling over the edge of forever with him. They truly did have the rest of their lives. War had brought so much devastation, but their love had survived and risen ... from the ruins.

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  I live in Michigan with my wonderful husband, two amazing sons and seven somewhat psychotic cats.

  When not tormenting my characters, I can usually be found helping with reading, writing and art projects in my sons’ classrooms as well as providing child care and tutoring for several daycare children.

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