He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head to face him. “I’m the lucky one, sweetheart,” he whispered as he brought his lips down on hers.
She opened readily for him, giving him everything she’d been unable to for nearly a month. With this one kiss she shared all of her heart and soul, her body and life.
Her tongue danced with his, tracing the peaks and valleys of his teeth, and beyond. His hands came forward to caress her waist and up to her breasts. She broke away from his mouth and traced along the line of his jaw back to behind his ear with light touches of her tongue.
“I love you, Michael. I have loved you forever.”
He pulled back and looked into her eyes with his own passion-filled hazel depths. “I know you have, minx, and I love you, too. Why have you asked me up here
