Drake Sisters 03 - Oceans of Fire

around hers, his arms holding her close. “Tell me why I make you cry.”
    “Maybe I’m really happy.” She swallowed and attempted a watery smile.
    “Truth seekers make terrible liars.” He kissed the tip of her nose, took a small bite of her chin and kissed her there too. “Why do you look at me that way sometimes after we make love? I’ve seen it before. You look so sad, yet I know you’re happy with me.”
    She turned in his arms so she could look up into his face. “But are you really happy with me?” She retraced his rough features, exactly as she had earlier, and the memories of her doing the same thing flooded him. The way the pads of her fingers stroked over him as if brushing something away.
    “I came halfway around the world to find you. I poured my heart and soul into letters that I painstakingly wrote. I had to mail the damn things from all over Europe because I was so paranoid someone would read them. I even set up a box in France rather than my country when I realized you were going to keep sending them back. With all that, I still persisted. Why would I do that if you didn’t make me happy?”
    She shrugged, her gaze shifting away from his. Aleksandr caught her chin. “Abigail, tell me. Just say it out loud. Let’s get everything over with so we can live together the way we should have been all this time.”
    “You like my body.”
    He stared down at her face for a long time, trying desperately not to cry. He loved her body. What man wouldn’t love the lush curves and silky softness? He loved the way she was so responsive to him, the way she trusted him so utterly and completely. She was a haven to him, a secret place of absolute beauty Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    in a world where he found most things bleak and ugly. Right now she lay nearly under him, pinned by his weight, her soft breasts pushing into his chest, nipples raking his skin, one leg tangled with his. His hand was cupping the round curve of her bottom, fingers caressing, and she never once shifted away from him.
    Never said enough. Never protested anything he wanted to do. She gave herself to him utterly and completely.
    The lump in his throat burned. “I love your body, yes. I love everything about you, Abbey. Even your stubborn streak, although I think next time you turn it on me I’m going to turn caveman and be unpolitical and insensitive. Don’t you want me to love your body?” His hands slid down her spine and cupped the globes of her bottom, bringing her damp curls tight against him. “Every time I touch you, each time I take you, no matter how I do it, I’m telling you in the only way I know how just how intense my feelings are for you. There’s no real way to express in words the way I feel for you.”
    “But afterward, when we stop, when it’s over, you look so lonely. I never want it to end because I know that look is going to creep back no matter what I do.”
    There was an ache in her voice. Tears swam in her eyes.
    His heart did a funny little melting thing he’d never experienced before. “ Ya lyublyu tibya . Always.
    There’ll never be enough time in the world to spend with you. To touch you and make love to you. I love you always, Abbey. When we’re skin to skin and my body is inside of yours I know I’m home and I’m safe and I’m loved. I’ve never had that and maybe a part of me doesn’t trust it yet. I know I don’t just want to be dominant when we make love, I know a part of me needs it. I need to have you give yourself to me.”
    Her hands framed his face. She kissed his throat, his chin, and he felt her tears on his skin. Her body moved beneath his, a small subtle shift, pliant and welcoming. She was killing him. How could he ever show her what she was to him? His hands tangled in her hair, pulled her head back to look into her eyes.
    “Don’t leave me again, Abbey. Don’t do that to me. I’m never alone when I’m with you. Never . No matter how I look, I don’t feel alone when you’re with me.”
    “I love you so much it hurts, Sasha. I don’t think I could go through another separation.”
    “You satisfy me completely, Abbey, never think that you don’t.” Aleksandr nuzzled her neck as he wrapped his arms around her, his body fitting around hers protectively. “I love the way you smell after we make love.”
    She smiled in the darkness. “I think you’re primitive. You want your scent all over me.”
    “That