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her hands, pleased at the roughness of the
stubble on his cheeks, and began to kiss him again. His mouth was
the best thing she had ever tasted.
    He returned her kisses with an intensity that
swelled her heart, and caused her body to respond with an agenda of
its own.
    Each kiss was longer, wetter, deeper than the
one before. More urgent. Suddenly she understood that Daniel was,
in fact, clearly out of danger. Everything was going to be all
right.
    Luc was hard and ready to give her what she
wanted.
    Her skin prickled with goose bumps as he
pulled off her sweater and kissed her neck, her collarbone, her
shoulders. Her body began to tremble in anticipation. She wanted to
pull his weight on top of her, be crushed by every single one of
his two hundred pounds.
    “Stand up,” he said in a voice she hadn’t
heard for weeks. She obliged, turning to face him and pulling his
head into her midriff. His hands caressed her back, warm on her
cool skin. His tongue traced circles along her ribcage, making her
shiver even more.
    “You are so beautiful,” he paused long enough
to say. “And you are all mine. I’m going to marry you, and keep you
mine forever.”
    A breath caught in her throat. Before she’d
joined the Cult of the Black Virgin, she would have abhorred this
kind of talk from her lover. But she was a different woman now. His
words sent a frisson of pleasure up her spine, along the
back of her neck, spreading out to flow just under each ear and
wrap around the back of her scalp. Her face flushed and she smiled.
She was proud to be Luc’s woman.
    The Black Virgin had taught her well. Jo knew
now that she wasn’t a complete woman until she gave herself up to
her lover. For it was only by giving up herself, handing her self over to Luc, that she could experience the joy of full
spiritual and physical union with him.
    He was her other half, and she needed him.
She required him. She wanted him to say that he would never
let her go. He was as necessary to her, now, as oxygen.
    “Yes,” she said. “I do. I do. I do.” She
helped him pull down her jeans so she could step out of them.
    Now she was standing, trembling, in front of
him wearing one of her French-made bra and panty sets. It was
creamy pink and black, all lace and satin, and it told him how long
she’d been waiting for his touch. She hadn’t planned on wearing
such delicate lingerie, but she had no more clean everyday
underwear left in her suitcase.
    He kissed her breasts through the lace,
lowered his face to tongue her navel as he ran his hands along her
sides. She pushed her hips a little towards him and exhaled
loudly.
    “You make me feel like the most beautiful
woman in the world,” she said to the top of his head. “And I want
to make you feel like the most desirable lover a woman could ask
for.”
    He lifted his face to her and she bent to
kiss him. The kiss disbanded time, carrying them to a place where
there was no such thing as concussions, hospital beds, or cancelled
engagement parties.
    She helped him shed his clothes until he
stood beside her naked, every muscle tensed and posed to take her.
It had been only a few weeks since she’d seen his big body, yet
again she was as awed by his beauty as she’d been the first time,
in Rocamadour. Her own body felt so fluid she had trouble staying
on her feet and clung to him like a sinuous vine.
    “I need a wash,” he whispered hoarsely into
her hair. “Let’s get in the shower.”
    There wasn’t a lot of room in Luc’s shower.
It was an old house, with matching plumbing. But Jo didn’t care
about the inadequacies of the plumbing as her lover pulled her into
the spray.
     
    * * * *
     
    Luc fought hard to keep from coming all over
Joanna’s soapy belly as they locked themselves into a
slowly-rotating kiss that seemed to involve more than
mouth-on-mouth, tongue-on-tongue, skin sliding over skin. He was
surprised at the intensity of sensation, as if he’d never kissed a
woman so perfectly