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"Christian... Christian...!" Trish uttered between kisses with the blond man. God... She could hardly believe she was really here in his hotel room with him, and not still asleep and dreaming.
She threw her head back, her eyes closed as he trailed kisses from her lips to her jawline and then the base of her throat. Her heart was pounding a million beats per second as she burrowed her hands into his short blond hair, a soft moan escaping her.
She loved him... She knew for sure now, it was confirmed that she'd always loved him. Christian was a part of her, and she herself had only been half-living when they'd been apart. It was as though she were half of a heart, but he was the other half - *her* other half. Without him, she hadn't been whole.
"Trish..." His voice was soft and laced with passion as he gazed down into her brown eyes, his right hand snaking down to the folds of her robe. He slid his hand in, finding soft skin and supple firmness of muscle as he touched her thigh.
"Christian, please..." Her tone was almost pleading, the expression on her face almost one of pain as she gazed up into his blue eyes. Her body was positively aching for him. She needed him.
"Oh, God, Trish..." the blond man moaned, his hands coming to tangle into her long hair as he pressed his lips to hers again. Their kiss this time was even longer, more passionate and even a bit wild.
Christian let out a slightly muffled groan as the diva lightly bit his lip, one of her small hands lowering to the hardness in the sweatpants he'd worn to bed. She cupped and fondled him, her tongue hot and demanding in his mouth. Oh, God... He still loved her, and he wanted her. And damn if those two emotions weren't stronger than anything else, all the reasons why this shouldn't happen.
Not breaking the kiss for even a second, Christian reached down to fumble with the belted sash of the little blonde woman's robe. In a moment, he had it undone, the silky material slipping from Trish's body as she shrugged out of it. It fell to the floor in a graceful pool of satin.
Christian pulled away just enough to break the kiss and examine Trish minus her robe. She was a beautiful sight in her small lacy nightgown. But he didn't care about the garment right now. He wanted her *out* of it.
The blonde was in his arms in an instant, her head craned enough to meet his lips in another searing kiss, her hands again going to his pants. She tugged on the waistband, figuratively begging him to strip out of them - which, after a beat, he did, as he could hardly stand it any longer.
Trish reached down and back, grasping the hem of her nightgown, and pulled it up over her head. Christian was practically licking his lips as he drank in all her nude splendor. He couldn't believe this was happening, but more than that that he hadn't seen her naked in so long.
They were on each other again in an instant, lips meeting fervently. No words were needed as they told one another with tender, passionate actions, how they truly felt.
Christian lifted Trish up in his arms, her legs coming to clasp around his waist. He reached down to adjust himself, easily slipping inside of her.
The blonde diva let out a gasp through her teeth as she felt his length, quickly adjusting as the Canadian man carried her, still inside of her, to the bed.
"Oh, God..." she moaned, her back raising slightly off the mattress as the blond man raised her up, his hands gripping her waist. Christian pumped in and out of her rapidly, and in moments, she was crying out.
She felt as though she could explode just as he stopped, and she was practically begging for him to continue. Instead, the blond man gently repositioned her, turning her around so that she was on all fours. Trish cried out even louder as she felt him inside of her again, her hands gripping the edges of the bedsheet as she came soon after, her cries louder than ever. She begged for more, and Christian thrust even harder, faster, until he couldn't hold out any longer.
And this time, they came simultaneously.
Afterward, they lay spent on the bed, Christian laying his head on Trish's stomach as he held onto her tightly.
The diva's breathing was still heavy as she rode out of the resolution of her
pleasure, her hands caressing the blond man's short hair. Her mind was now working
overtime, and she suddenly dreaded what might await them after tonight.