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  He'd recognised it the second he had seen her again. That restlessness inside him had vanished like it had the first time they met. Two halves of the same whole.

  You are my life, Ayanna.

  By now Devon had seen the jets and tried to hurry along the adults. Michael laughed and swung him up on his shoulders and hurried toward the object of his son's affection.

  Ayanna followed at a slower pace and allowed her eyes to roam over the way Michael's jeans fit him and how his blue shirt pulled taut across his shoulders. Her mouth watered at the way his rippling muscles easily flexed to support Devon and keep him safe from any harm. Jesus, this man has me acting like a damn sex addict. I am in a constant state of arousal around him. She swallowed the groan that threatened to slip out as her mind stripped away his clothes.

  A few other people milled around the planes, talking and pointing at them while they read the information beside each one. She moved up beside a grey jet in time to overhear Michael say to Devon, “This is almost like what Daddy flies."

  Patiently, he pointed out things to their son, his tone gentle. His eyes met hers and his nose crinkled as he grinned. Her physical response had her forcing down another shudder.

  As she walked up to them, Michael leaned over and kissed her cheek, apparently not concerned with keeping their relationship a secret.

  "You fly this?” Ayanna asked.

  "Well, no. I fly the F/A-18E Super Hornet.” Michael caressed the side of the grey plane, his passion for flying lighting his eyes.

  "Boo,” Devon announced as he pointed at the Blue Angel jet.

  "That's right, it is blue,” Michael said as he walked his son to the blue and yellow jet. “This is an F/A-18 Hornet."

  "This isn't what they were flying in New Mexico, was it? For the Thunderbirds?” Ayanna asked as she hesitatingly touched the jet. Her body flushed as she remembered what had happened after the show.

  "No,” Michael answered. “The Air Force flies F-16's for the Thunderbirds.” The gleam in his eyes told her he was remembering, as well.

  "And what, if any, are they also called?” Ayanna wanted to keep that glow about him as he talked about planes. He looks so hot with that fire in his eyes. Her mind painted another erotic picture for her. She moaned softly.

  "Fighting Falcon,” he replied, smiling.

  "Oh, I see.” Ayanna pulled back her hand and wiped it on her thigh. She swallowed a few times, trying to find a way to understand the emotions moving through her. It scared her to know that he was up in the sky, flying one of these aircraft.

  It was dangerous flying.

  Okay, time for you to face it. You have feelings for him, and they're more than just sexual ones, her brain announced. Ayanna realised it was true, all of it. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, there was a true connection between her and Michael. She could imagine them together when they were both old and grey. And it scared the hell out of her.

  Before actually hearing him say he flew a fighter plane, it had been easy, to an extent, to ignore the flight suit and pretend his job was safe. The possibility of losing him to a woman was a way to keep him at arm's length. The thought that he might go to work and never come home ... scared her shitless.

  Her heart rate tripled when he sent her a private smile. The kind that made her believe he viewed her as the most beautiful woman in the world. There goes my idea of maintaining a business-like relationship. He licked his lips as his eyes roved over her. It's like he reads my mind.

  Michael winked.

  Ayanna trembled.

  "Michael!"

  She looked in the direction of the voice. A man on the other side of the street waved at Michael. Slanting a look at her husband, she saw him smile and wave back.

  A few moments later, the blond-haired man reached them. He was a bit shorter than Michael but in the same excellent shape. “What's up, Taz?” he said. “Didn't think you would be here on your day off."

  "What's up, Racer?” Michael shook the blond's hand.

  "Just coming to see if I can get—” Racer snapped his mouth shut, suddenly noticing the child in Michael's arms. “Who's this cute little man?"

  Michael slid an arm around Ayanna. “I want you to meet my wife, Ayanna, and our son, Devon. We're spending the afternoon looking at the planes."

  Devon grinned and pointed at the Blue Angel replica aircraft. “P'ane,” he proudly said.

  If Racer was shocked, he didn't let it show. A wide grin appeared as he reached for Ayanna's hand. “Wow, what's a beauty like you doing with this one?” He bowed over the back of her hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Ayanna. I'm Lieutenant Pete Kysenzki, better known as Racer."

  She smiled shyly. “Thank you. It's wonderful to meet you, as well."

  Michael frowned at his friend. “Let go of my wife's hand, Racer."

  Racer winked at her, then he looked at Devon. “Good thing he takes after his mom, instead of you, Taz."

  "I know,” Michael agreed. “He's a great looking child."

  The blond man smiled. “I have to go. I have a date. I'll see you later on, and Mrs. Taylor, it was lovely to finally meet you.” He waved one more time and took off in the direction from which he had arrived.

  Ayanna looked at her husband who was watching her instead of his friend. “What did he mean by that Michael?"

  "Just that he's been waiting to meet you. That's my RIO. My closest friend here. Of course, he knows I'm married.” He kissed her again then walked to an older version of a Navy plane showing it to Devon.

  "Your RIO? What the heck is a RIO?” Ayanna was totally lost.

  "Radio Intercept Officer. He and I fly in the same plane."

  Ayanna closed her mouth. She had plenty of questions but she had other things to mull over. Like how matter-of-factly he'd said that of course he'd told Pete he was married. Another point in your favour Michael Taylor.

  If she was honest, she'd been concerned people wouldn't like her because she was black. She'd already been a stereotype, the single black woman who had a kid. What if being with me hurts his career? She swallowed. Michael doesn't seem to care or he wouldn't have introduced you or married you. Running a hand over her face, Ayanna walked closer and watched her family. Eventually, Michael's deep voice soothed her frayed nerves. His actions with Devon were another huge point in his favour.

  * * * *

  On the way home from the base, Michael had picked up kerbside service from a local restaurant. At the moment, he was alone in the kitchen. As he finished wiping down the counters, he grinned as he recalled his earlier encounter on them with his wife.

  He growled low in his throat at the recollection of how her tight, wet channel gripped his fingers. And how she tasted ... Oh God. Even now, the memory of the look of her flushed skin as she cried her pleasure to the room made his body prickle as if he'd been filled with electricity.

  "Fuck this!” He slapped the towel down on the counter and left the kitchen. Quickly he locked up the house and shut off the lights before heading upstairs.

  Tonight, Ayanna. No more running away. No more excuses.

  Walking slowly to his son's room, he heard Ayanna's low alto voice as she sang to Devon. “I'll love you forever. I'll like you for always. As long as I'm living. My baby you'll be.” A smile appeared on his face as he looked in the bedroom. Ayanna was in the rocking chair near the crib. Devon was basically sound asleep in her arms as she sang.

  Back and forth they moved, a faint light shone down and reflected off the book she had long since put down. She'd memorised that story, and he'd often heard her singing the chorus to Devon when he went down for his nap.

  As he watched her fingers gently caress Devon's face he stepped in the room. “Hey,” he whispered. “Is he out?"

  "Yes.” she replied softly.

  Michael took him and lay him down in the crib. Then he took a hold of Ayanna and led her out of the room. His strong hand cupped her face.

  "Stay with me tonight."

  Chap
ter Four

  Ayanna looked into his eyes as his words registered, part command and part question. His gaze was direct and unwavering as he watched her. She looked at his nose and lips before returning to his eyes. Instead of verbally giving him an answer, she turned her head until her lips were against the palm of his hand. Lightly, she kissed it as her own hand rested behind his.

  His eyes closed before he reached for her and lifted her off her feet. Backing her into the wall, he kissed her. She shivered at the barely restrained passion coiled within his powerful body. I won't back out this time.

  "Michael,” she moaned into his mouth. Her body tensed with hungry anticipation.

  "Ayanna,” he said on a purr of pleasure as her tongue danced with his. His strong fingers dug into her ass as her legs locked around his waist.

  She slid her fingers through his short hair, trying to get as close as possible. Her back pressed against the wall as Michael's wicked mouth teased the satin smooth skin of her neck. A whimper escaped her as his teeth grazed top of her bra before he licked the cleft between her overly sensitive breasts.

  Suddenly he stopped. “Not against the wall,” he muttered. His voice deeper and more gravelly than normal. “I want you in bed. Not just any bed. My bed.

  "Yes. Your bed.” She pulled his earlobe into her mouth and grazed it with her teeth. He shivered with pleasure. Michael stepped away from the wall and headed to his room.

  Ayanna threaded her fingers through his soft hair. Her mouth nipped then licked away the sting along his jaw line. Breathing grew harsher the closer he got to his room. Each step ground her pelvis against him. Their lips met as the remaining distance was covered quickly.

  As soon as her feet touched the floor, Michael pulled up her shirt and tossed it to the floor.

  "Yours, too,” she murmured. Her plea turned into a groan of longing the second his shirt joined hers on the carpet. Moisture pooled between her legs. She could look at him forever and never get bored.

  His well-defined chest was rock solid. A light dusting of dark hair scattered over his broad torso. Each cut of muscle on him was a work of art. He didn't have an ounce of extra fat on him.

  Sucking her lower lip into her mouth, she closed the miniscule distance between them and ran her fingers over the rippling planes of his upper body. Closing her eyes, she was taken back in time to that night in New Mexico when she had first learned his body. In the years that had passed, her mind hadn't forgotten. His eyes were molten as they opened to stare into hers as her fingers followed the hair that disappeared below the waist of his jeans.

  Not moving her gaze from his, she unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. “Michael,” she mouthed as his pants fell around his lean hips. He just watched her, letting her touch him.

  Michael's whole body was on fire as her gaze zeroed in on the bulge in his boxers. He wanted to strip her of all her clothes and reclaim her body. When she sucked his lip into her mouth, his cock twitched so painfully in his pants, he thought he might lose control. Somehow, he managed to let her continue her quest.

  His pants fell to the floor and he stepped from them, leaving him in his boxers and nothing else. His whole body tensed with the need for the woman before him. His wife. The mother of his child. His Ayanna. His.

  That did it. His control snapped faster than a jet catapulted off the deck of an aircraft carrier. He growled low in his throat as he swept her back into his arms.

  He placed her gently on the bed and rose up over her. “I've waited a long time for this.” He reached out, undid and pulled her shorts down her silken legs. My God, she's stunning. He stared at Ayanna. She lay on his bed in bra and panties. He used one hand and opened the front clasp of her white bra and let her breasts fall free. “So beautiful,” he mumbled.

  His hands lingered along the top of her panties. For all his desperation to be inside her, he wanted to savour this moment.

  "Michael.” Her eyes held his. “Please."

  He pulled her panties down, his fingertips teasing her skin. Michael tossed her underwear to the side. This was how he wanted her. Naked.

  His erection swelled even more as he looked at her body. Stop looking and start acting. She was the epitome of perfection in his eyes. Faint stretch marks streaked her belly. Her belly was no longer perfectly flat but he didn't care. Her breasts were fuller. “So beautiful,” he whispered before he leaned over and kissed her belly.

  Ayanna shivered beneath his lips. Michael retraced the small pattern surrounding her belly button and dipped his tongue into it. She whimpered and tossed on the bed.

  Michael trailed his lips over her exposed skin. Up one side and down the other of her body. He refused to let her pull him where she wanted him and he avoided the damp lips at the junction of her thighs. He took his time in his homage to her body.

  Her cries grew louder. Her hands reached blindly for him as she squirmed on the bedspread.

  After blowing gently on her pussy, he licked it. Once. Twice. Three times. Running his thick tongue up between the bald lips. Michael sucked her clit into his mouth and hummed. Lick. Suck. Lick. Suck. He never gave up.

  Her body arched off the bed as her hoarse cry filled the room. “Oh shit, Michael!” The hand that landed on the back of his head pressed his face closer to her throbbing entrance. “Don't stop. Please. Please, Michael!” Her fingers dug into the back of his skull as her hips ground her dripping pussy on his lapping tongue. As he ate all she offered him, her grip on him changed and he felt her trying to pull him up her body.

  "Tell me, Ayanna. Tell me.” Michael rose over her and settled between her spread legs. The head of his erection poised to slide into her wet depth.

  "Michael. Please.” Her hips arched, trying to force the contact between them.

  "Tell me,” he insisted.

  "Make love to me."

  As his hips moved him deep into her velvet heat, a fleeting thought of protection crossed his mind. It vanished as her body moulded itself around him like a long lost lover. “Yes,” he hissed as he kissed her, sharing everything he couldn't find the words to say at that moment.

  Two halves of the same whole had been brought together again. He could never find another woman who'd made him feel like this again. Each touch from Ayanna's hands, each look from her stunning eyes made him swear he was invincible. She was his soul mate, and while he may have ignored that the first time, he wasn't about to this time.

  They moved in perfect harmony, each of them giving and receiving equal pleasure. That pleasure was heightened by the fact they were in each other's arms again.

  The room was filled with the sounds of lovers who had been reunited. Moans, groans, mewling, and grunts. Like it had been that night in the hotel their passion for one another flew off the charts. As they expressed their love for one another everything else faded away into nothing. There was no tomorrow, no future, only the current pleasures they shared with each other.

  He tucked his beautiful wife closer to his body and kissed the top of her head. “I'm not letting you go this time. I was stupid to allow it the first time. We're a family. You, me and Devon.” His arms tightened around her as he thought about her leaving him. “You are my family. Mine."

  Ayanna mumbled something unintelligible against his chest, but when her arms tightened around him, he smiled. Not exactly a declaration of love from her, but it wasn't a negative response.

  Outside the bedroom window, a star shot across the sky. Let her love me like I love her, he wished. “I love you, Ayanna.” His eyes shut and he let sleep win the battle.

  * * * *

  He woke alone. For a brief moment, he thought it may have all been a dream. “No, that wasn't a dream, was it?” he murmured, sitting up in bed. He couldn't see any signs that she'd been there. Flopping back, he groaned. If it was just a dream, he was screwed. He laid there for a moment, then got up, slipped on some pants and headed downstairs.

  A sigh of relief left him as he saw Devon on his three-wheeler going as fast a
s he could and squealing with joy as he headed into the living room. On his heels was ... Racer.

  As Devon headed around the couch and back into the kitchen, Michael met his friend's gaze.

  "Morning, Taz,” Racer said with a smirk as he took in the shirtless man on the steps.

  "What are you doing here?” Michael asked

  "We have a long-standing golf game. What? Forget about it?” Racer winked. “Well, I would too, if I got to share my nights with Ayanna."

  "Watch it, Kysenzki,” Michael warned.

  "Da-da!” Devon squealed as he came rolling back into the room.

  Michael bent down to pick up Devon and kissed his cheek. Then he set him back upon the seat of his toy. “Morning, sport."

  The two men went into the kitchen and Michael's breath caught in his throat. Ayanna had that effect on him. She was talking to her friend Lauren as they made breakfast.

  Slowly, he took in the black and white crossover contrast pants she wore for working out. One half of his mouth turned up in a smirk as he noticed she wore one of his shirts. His eyes lingered on her butt as it swayed to the music that played in the kitchen.

  "Damn,” he muttered before striding across the kitchen and sweeping her into his arms to kiss her.

  Ayanna smiled as he kissed her. Placing her arms around his neck, she returned the passionate embrace. “Morning,” she said as she wriggled out of his arms and turned her attention back to preparing food.

  "Morning,” he responded in a husky voice. “Lauren. Good to see you."

  "And you, Michael. Oh, I like this song” She grinned as she looked back at Ayanna and turned up the music. She wore similar clothing to Ayanna. Michael looked over his shoulder at Racer and stepped back, watching the two women in the kitchen dance to the music.

  Ayanna set down her knife and picked up Devon, dancing with him and singing. Spinning him around until he laughed uncontrollably.