He touched everywhere, feeling, caressing, refreshing his memory, learning the changes to her woman’s body.
She was just as intent on rediscovering him. After skimming his shoulders and arms, she slid her hands down his back, causing every muscle to contract beneath her touch. Her fingers ran over his lower back, pulling him closer, burning him.
He kissed her throat, her neck, breathing in the scent that he’d never forgotten. Kimberly.
It was a fragrance that brought him home. Home to a place where only the two of them existed, where he needed what only she could provide, where he wanted nothing more than to give her the world.
At the moment she felt like all he’d ever wanted, ever needed.
“Kimberly,” he groaned at the passion with which she kissed him. Like she was starved.
Not in his wildest fantasies had he thought this moment would happen.
Sure, he’d dreamed about it. Craved it.
That didn’t mean he’d ever believed Kimberly would want him.
Then again, he’d never understood why she had suddenly quit wanting him all those years ago.
They’d gone from wonderful letters saying she couldn’t wait for him to come home to her seeing someone else in just a few weeks of him leaving for medical school.
Struggling to meet the demands of his rigorous schedule and maintaining a job, he’d let her slip through his fingers.
He couldn’t think about that right now.
Not when she responded so sweetly to the kisses he blazed over her skin.
Besides, it was in the past and the here and now was much more exciting.
He rapidly undid the buttons of his shirt and shucked the garment off his shoulders.
She watched him peel off the T-shirt he always wore beneath his shirt. Her eyes darkened with desire, making him want to give her everything, to stare into her eyes and see her pleasure when he made love to her.
She didn’t comment when he removed her shirt, when he dropped kisses on her bare shoulders.
Slowly, he removed her slacks, and his, leaving them both standing in their underwear, just inside the hotel room entranceway.
Stepping back, she stared at him from head to toe. She drank in the sight of him and lifted dewy soft green eyes. “You’re beautiful, Daniel.”
He wanted to laugh, but the way she looked at him made him feel beautiful.
Which made him feel uneasy.
Men weren’t supposed to feel beautiful, were they?
But her eyes ate him up, told him he was the sexiest man she’d ever seen, and most of all they said she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her.
His gaze lowered to the silky lace covering her full breasts, larger, softer than they’d been at seventeen. “So are you.”
She blushed.
“My body’s changed,” she warned, looking shy for the first time since they’d entered the room, like she wanted to cover herself, keep him from seeing the changes.
“For the better.”
He meant it. She had the curves of a woman, not a young girl’s body. Oh, he’d craved her enough back in the past, but now he wanted her with a man’s lust, not that of a boy.
“Daniel.” His name choked out of her mouth, and she moved into his arms. “There’s so much I need to say to you before this happens.”