Diana Racine 02 - Goddess of the Moon

his arm around her and pulled her close. “When was the la st time I told you I love you?”
    “Last night, in the throes of passion. That’s okay, I’ll take those words any way I can get them.” She took his beer bottle from his hand and leaned into him. “You know what they say when a person stops drinking?”
    “What?”
    “That they need something to take its place.”
    “Really? What did you have in mind?”
    “Sex.”
    He lifted her onto his lap. “Come here.”
    “If I get any closer I’ll fit you like a glove.”
    “Exactly what I had in mind.”
    He moved her hair aside and put his warm lips on the back of her neck, alternating between kissing and licking.
    “Hmm, that is so sexy , ” she said.
    Still kissing her neck, he moved his hands up under the front of her shirt and brushed over her breasts, barely touching but touching enough to send her nerve endings into spasms. She closed her eyes and released a soft moan. “Oh, G od, Ernie, I’m so in love with you. Love me like you’ve never loved me before.”
    “Loving you like that will take a long, long time.” He removed the back sofa cushions and threw them on the floor. “Maybe all evening.”
    “I’m not going anywhere.” She lifted her mouth to his and whispered in his ea r.
    He broke into a raucous belly laugh. “I love when you talk dirty, as i f I needed more encouragement.”
    He moved his kisses to her ear and nibbled on her lobe while he ran his hands up under the back of her shirt and unsnapped her bra. “You don’t really need this.”
    She stopped unbuttoning his shirt to glare at him. “Thanks for reminding me.”
    “I didn’t mean it that way. The size of a woma n’s breasts means nothing to me . What matters is who they belong to. For me, yours are perfect. I only meant I can’t feel these getting hard through the fabric.”
    These were her nipples, and between the warm kisses on the back of her neck and the delicate touch of his fingers on the tips of her breasts , she thought she would scream in pleasure.
    “You have pants on and nothing’s stopping that weapon of yours from doing the same thing.”
    “I can’t help it. You turn me on in ways I can’t describe. Everything about you, your head full of curls, your lips, your perfect little body,” ― he nuzzled into her neck ― “the delicious, sweet scent of you. W hen I thought I’d lost you, I knew I’d never survive. I’d gone through it once. This time I would have died a slow death.”
    He pulled her shirt over her head and slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. He got up and took off his clothes, never removing his gaze from her. Diana loved his body, his tight muscles and strong arms that lifted her like she was nothing more than a puff of air. She loved his coffee-colored skin against her white, his gold-flecked hazel eyes, and the imperfect overlapping of one of his front teeth. She loved everything about him, especially now that he was taking off the rest of her clothes in the slow, methodical way he always undressed her, as if he delighted in revealing every naked inch of skin.
    He reached for her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing each finger, nibbling on the tips, never taking his gaze off her. The tender action sparked every nerve ending, inciting her need of him in ways she couldn’t explain . A playful smile crinkled the corners of his eyes as h e moved into a slow , gentle kiss while he worked his fingers into the mass of curls , caressing, massaging the base of her skull, causing shivers of delight. His lips moved to her cheek and into her ear, his tongue curious, his breath hot, then down her neck to her shoulder, part kiss, part gentle, erotic nipping.
    “I never thought I’d be blessed with love again,” he said. “It’s totally different the second time. One takes the first time for granted. Mid-twenties, you fall in love, get married, and have kids. You don’t give it much thought. It’s all in the timing. Then when everything crashes, you realize how much you lost. The second time is sweeter because you know how fleeting life can be and how important it is to make every moment count.” He moved toward her and kissed her forehead. “I appreciate you more than words can say.”
    Diana’s heart went into double rhythm. “Thank you. That’s about the nicest thing you could say, because it wasn’t said in the heat of passion. Well maybe a little passion. Sweet passion. ”
    “I know we’re not ready to