Lance’s hands on her breasts sent thoughts of all other men scattering. He cupped them through the thin fabric of her negligee and her nipples hardened, puckering against his fingers.

“Standing?” she asked as he slid the straps of her gown down her arms, baring her breasts. “From behind? That’s the fantasy?” She wasn’t disappointed or displeased, merely curious why he’d chosen this way for their last time together.

He kissed her earlobe as he pinched her nipples, waves of pleasure shooting into her stomach.

“Standing so I can protect you.” He ran a hand through her long hair and shoved a fistful of it off the back of her neck. “From behind so I can shield you.”

She understood at once what he meant. If someone broke into the house while they were making love, Lance’s body would stand between her and the intruder at the door. Even during sex he would keep her safe or die trying.

Lance kissed the back of her neck, kissed his way down her spine. Kneeling, he caressed the back of her thighs with his mouth. He lifted her gown and kissed her bottom, back and hips. Slipping a hand between her legs, he spread her folds with his fingertips, teased the taut knot of her clitoris, and she dampened against his hand.

He stood again and pressed his whole body into hers. She parted her thighs wider as he angled himself against her inner lips. He didn’t enter her at first, simply sliding along the length of her opening as she bathed him in her wetness and need.

She clutched at the sheets as he lifted his hips and thrust up and into her. Their bodies merged seamlessly as he sank deeper and deeper into her wet warmth. Lance’s hot breath scalded her skin as he pushed into her with endless patience and controlled force. One strong hand held her naked hip. The heel of his other hand pushed into her belly creating delicious pressure in her entire pelvic region. Pressure that rose in waves, clutching at her insides as she moved with and into Lance’s thrusts.

She felt her body tightening around him. Nora bent over the bed, pushed back and took him deeper into her. She wanted all of him she could take, all of him she could get.

Lance thrust faster into her, moving with short sharp jabs that she felt in the pit of her stomach as he grasped her swollen clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and massaged it. It should be like this every night...But this would be the last night.

Now she desired nothing more than release. She tensed as Lance wrapped his arm around her chest and held her so close only their hips moved together. With a hoarse cry and a shudder that wracked her whole body, Nora came hard, her vaginal muscles latching onto Lance still moving inside her.

Spent now, she placed her hands on the bed to hold herself steady as Lance pushed into her. He held her by her hips as he moved with long hard strokes that took him almost completely out of her before plunging back into her again. One more thrust and he climaxed, his hands gripping Nora’s hips with viselike force. She hoped he’d leave bruises on her, bruises on her body to match the one on her heart.