Chapter 37

SHE left for his room, noticing the aura and the fine scent of the corridor. She reached his room looking for the game, and seeing his picture she froze.

Of course, she recognized the pictures very well. They were the pictures he took of her when they were planning their honeymoon trip.

Her eyes roved to the bedside and she saw Delilah's picture. She walked over and took it. Looking at Delilah's picture, she felt sorry for her and almost wept.

She didn't know how many hours she stood looking at this picture but the sound of Jimmy's footsteps aroused her.

"...when I found out she was dead, I packed her things and took them to her family. They gave me back this picture, saying I should take it with me to remember her" he said from behind her.

"...she said she was an orphan"the tears flowed.

"Yes, she told me she was desperately looking for a job. So I thought, why don't she be the fake wife I married, I could be paying her for doing the job" he said.

"...she said you met her at the beach" she turned, facing him.

"She'll be happy wherever she is now" he looked sad.

Eunice could see the change of emotion on his face. "I think she liked you"

"You think?"

"Yeah" she held his face, smiling.

"And you still do love me. You're not over me yet, that's why you were jealous...?" He added in and she dropped her hands. He reached out for her hands saying; "let's start all over Eunice. I still love you too" he tilted forward and Eunice looked up at him saying; "remember--"

But a kiss had already brushed the remaining words away.

He peeled her black suit off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor. She closed her eyes, her breath shortening as she felt him reach behind her head and undo her ponytail. Her hair fell softly against her shoulders in one shake.

He traced his large hands over her hips, over her slender waist.

She felt his thumbs brush against her breasts, making her nipples harden to agonizing intensity beneath the fabric. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen, swaying as he cupped them reverently in his hands. Her whole body felt tight and hot. She felt dizzy all over, her knees weak.

Her eyes flew open as he knelt at her feet. The room seemed to spin around her as she watched him stroke slowly down her bare legs, from her thighs to the back of her knees. Massaging her calves, he slowly removed one heel, then the other, dragging them gently against the tender hollow of her foot. He sent the shoes skidding across the floor. His gaze locked on hers hot and dark sexy.

Slowly, he rose back to his feet. Never taking his eyes from hers, he removed his tuxedo tie. He unbuttoned his white shirt, dropping it carelessly to the floor. She had the sudden vision of his bare chest, powerfully muscled and laced with dark hair.

Then he stood naked and powerful in front of her. His fair skin gleamed in the sharp sunset which cascaded over the hard plane of his body. Every inch of his muscular body exuded masculine power. Looking down, she saw how much he wanted her, and she swallowed, afraid of his strength, his size.

They kissed. Eunice allowed herself to flow steadily with his kisses. This would no doubt be the last time she has this moment with Jimmy, so why doesn't she use it wisely now?

Laying her on the bed still kissing her, he jerked her forward and pulled off her clothes. Pushing her back against the pillows, he pulled off her panties. And suddenly she was naked in front of him, naked on his bed.

She let out a sound as she enjoyed the wet lips on hers. He was on top her. She felt his hardness against her belly as he slowly kissed her neck, sucking on her earlobes, softly brushing back her hair as he whispered in her ear, "my sweet one".

He cupped her breasts together nuzzling between them, thumbing the nipples until they tightened to agonizing points. He sucked the first one, then the other, before moving down her body to kiss her belly. His hands stroked her hips, brushing her thighs before he moved up to kiss her mouth. His kiss was hard, hungry. He wrapped his arms beneath her shoulders, holding her tightly to his body. She gasped as she felt him between her legs, pushing her thighs apart.

A satisfied masculine growl escaped him as he moved his hardness against her slick wet heat.

She was melting for him, melting to nothing, and if he didn't...

He slid inside her with a single deep stroke.

And she exploded.

As he felt her body tighten, he knew he could not last.

Touching her was heaven. Her skin was even softer than he remembered. She tasted sweet, so sweet. As he slid inside her, he nearly lost control. With every thick thrust he watched her full breasts sway from the force of his possession, and he gasped out each breath. How long had he wanted her?

She felt his heartbeat on her breastplate and looked into his eyes. He watched her admirably.

How had he denied himself for so long?

With each slow thrust inside her, he shattered a little more, until he was coming apart. His whole body shook with the agony of holding himself back when all he wanted to do was bury himself in her completely, to lose himself in the ecstasy of making love to her. He loved her, he still loved her. He gazed at her. Each nerve was on fire. Their body brushed against each other. Moving with the same energy. Faster. Faster. Faster. They gazed at each other. Eyes. Nose. Lips. Damn... It had never felt like this before- not even with her.

"Jim..." She said as she searched for words in his ever longing kisses.

Three thrusts, and he was shaking with the desperate effort to stay in control. He grunted as he shoved into her roughly, pushing all the way to the hilt in pleasure so great he lost his mind. He heard her soft gasp turn to a scream and felt her shudder as her body convulsed around him. And he couldn't hold back on longer.

With a shout, he shoved inside her one last time with a guttural cry, pulsing and spurting inside her.

Drowsy and content, she'd listened to the beat of his heart against her cheek. The beat grew louder, like the sound of heavy footsteps stomping in unison against a hard stone floor.

Step. Step. Step.