Page 103 of The Sandbar saga

Chapter 40

Katie continued tosleep. Race removed the blanket covering her nude body.

For all the years Race had known Katie, he'd only seen her naked body for less than twelve hours. He was going to make up for lost time.

Desire hit him like a lightning bolt. He trailed his hand over the curve of her hip. His cock hardened. She would never understand how deeply she was a part of him. Damn those who would judge him on the ethical principles he'd sworn to uphold.

They weren't him. They weren't her.

There was a force behind their love that was unbreakable.

He questioned everything he knew, what he preached to his patients, and his method of delivery. Love wasn't changeable or replaceable. Sometimes, on the rare occasion, love was born between two people and becomes impossibly possible.

Katie stretched, pointing her toes, and mewed. That soft sound wrapped around him.

He hooked her waist, bringing her back to his front. Spooning her, he cupped her breast and gently kneaded. Her hips pressed back as her upper body moved forward, closer to his hand. He rocked against her, sliding his cock between her legs.

She blindly reached behind her and patted his hip and sighed. "How long have you been awake?"

He kissed her neck. "Couldn't sleep."

"Hm?" She sleepily rocked with him. "Is my bed uncomfortable?"

"Your bed is perfect." He reached down and moved his cock to the entrance of her sex, sliding inside of her from behind. "It's the woman in the bed. I don't want to close my eyes. I'm scared you'll go away."

She moaned and slipped her hand over his, twining their fingers. "I never really left you. I was always yours, and I'm never going to be more than ten feet away from you for the rest of my life."

"Ten feet is too far." He glided inside of her. "I want you this close."

She nodded. Her body squeezed his cock in approval.

Letting go of her hand, he lowered his arm and slid his finger over her mound, finding her clit. There was no rush, except his own passion fueling him. Rubbing her, he slowly stroked his hardness inside of her as she rocked against him.

He gazed down her body. She fit against him perfectly.

There was never a more beautiful sight in front of him than her. His heart, rejuvenated after barely living the last five years, pumped life back into him.

Katie moaned, arching her neck against his arm. He palmed her forehead, turning her slightly, and watched the moment her climax gripped her. The slight gasp coming from her open mouth and ecstasy relaxing her face brought his own release.

His body quaked. She weakened him in the best possible way.

He kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She blinked her eyes open and smiled tenderly at seeing him with her in bed as if his cock wasn't still inside of her and his arms around her. "Good morning," she whispered.

"Morning." He kissed her again.

"Do you think we can stay in bed all day?"

"We're probably lucky that we've had this long." He chuckled, and understanding passed between them, and they both whispered, "Callie."

He slipped out of her and let her go to the bathroom while he cleaned up and got dressed. It was Friday, and he'd canceled all his appointments, knowing after taking her out last night that he wanted today to be about his family.

Ten minutes later, Katie walked out of the bedroom, wrapped in a towel from her shower. He leaned against the dresser and folded his arms, watching her pick out her clothes and get dressed.

"I want you and Callie to move into my house. Our house," he said.

She straightened and raised her brows. "Okay."