If Ever I Loved You
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The muscles beneath her hand twitched and his voice was husky as he said, "If you keep that up the first one is going to be conceived right here on the rug."
For a moment she continued the sensuous massage, then shyly she began to remove her unfastened sweater, blouse and bra and dropped to her knees on the thickly padded carpet. She lifted her arms to Peter in mute invitation and the naked hunger in his eyes was the acceptance she'd longed for.
With an unconscious gracefulness he pulled his shirt over his head and knelt in front of her. She put her hands on his bare shoulders and gently kneaded the firm flesh and muscle.
He moaned deep in his throat and took her in his arms. "I love you, Gina," he murmured, and there was something akin to reverence in his tone. "I've loved you from the first day we met and I'll love you until the day I die. Don't ever doubt that."
Her happiness was so great that she was sure it was shining from her violet eyes as she put her arms around his neck and lifted her face to his. "I've never belonged to any man but you, Peter," she told him softly. "In all those years without you I wasn't even tempted, that's why I couldn't marry Stewart. I'm a one-man woman, darling, and you're the man."
His head lowered and his eager mouth found hers and sent liquid fire racing through her veins. She pressed herself against him and gloried in his masculinity. As he shifted her carefully to a reclining position she knew that she would never again have to deny the passion that blazed between them. A passion so wild that she doubted it could ever be tamed. She sincerely hoped that it couldn't.