“Baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Preacher had no idea he could be like this-so sexual, so confident, so deeply in love. Sighs that would soon become powerful as she gave herself over to him completely. And his woman leaning into his embrace, filled with desire for him, her lips parted slightly in a soft sigh. He looked like a man in love, a man holding his woman with sure, strong and gentle hands. And something surprised him-he didn’t look scary at all. He never dared hope for this-that he would be half of a couple, a handsome, erotic, loving and perfect couple. Her head turned, she rested against his chest with her eyes closed, one arm lifted high above her head to embrace him, the other resting lightly atop the arm that had captured her breast. Her top unbuttoned and hanging open, he slipped one hand inside to cup her breast while his other fell over her soft pubic mound. Her right arm came up, reaching behind herself to his shoulder, and curled her hand behind his neck. He pulled his hands out and slowly began unbuttoning her top, watching himself and her in the mirror. She leaned her head back against him and hummed in pleasure. His hands crept higher under the shirt until he held one breast in each hand. She wanted him to want her, and she let him know. It wasn’t as though she had to be psychic to anticipate him-he wanted her all the time. He came up behind her and moved her hair over one shoulder to kiss her neck, running his big hand up her thigh to her hip, finding, much to his liking, that she was naked under there. She wore her pajama top, which came to her thighs. In his own room, he found Paige in front of the bathroom mirror brushing out her hair. Before long, the little guy slept and Preacher was able to kiss him, tuck him in and turn off the lights. Chris crept closer, climbing up on his lap and touching the pictures in the book while Preacher softly read. He locked the door and went upstairs to Christopher’s bedroom and, finding him already in the bed, waiting with his book, Preacher sat on the bed beside him. Had he not been here, working the place for his best friend, he would not have found Paige, and Christopher, who had become his son. He liked the act of cleaning his kitchen and never failed to feel grateful for all that was his. It was this time of day that Preacher had come to regard as the magic that made his life work. “I’ll be up in a minute,” he said, giving her a loving pat on the rump. I’m going to give Christopher his bath while you finish up and close the bar.”
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