“You’ll have that again.” He pulled her to him, and after placing a whisper of a kiss on her lips, he rasped, “Better. I’ll make sure you have it all. If you’ll let me.” She smiled against his mouth. “I’ll let you do anything you want.” Merrick blinked. Then he claimed her lips with a fierce urgency that drove any lingering wistfulness from her mind. She would have it again. Better. Because she’d have Merrick as well. You and me.
