All Mine to Give — Marsha Alexander

“You Have the World…”

He said so softly she had to strain to hear him. “What can I give you?”

She answered the only way she could, be bringing her lips to his, by pressing her aching body against him. “Show me, Mark darling. Show me what you can give me,” she pleaded, certain he would understand that she meant more than sex, more than the immediate need she felt for him.

His kiss was impassioned and contained an element of torment, as if he felt that he was bringing her the same gift that had been rejected before. Yet his arms held her tightly, savoring her, slipping down over her slender back…

“Mark!” She swayed slightly as he released his urgent grasp on her. Then his lips met hers for another kiss, and this one carried a different message, a question that she remembered from so long ago. Smiling, she answered this one with ease, with assurance, with a heart filled with happiness. “Oh, yes, Mark, darling. I do want you. I want you so much. I've waited so long.”