When they returned to bed, fed and watered he pulled her into him, tracing her curves with kisses and soon led her back into another long slow session of making love until her body had writhed and arched, giving into the crashing waves. Rose was no virgin; she had dated men in her past, but no man had ever connected with her body in so many ways, bringing her to so many levels of pleasure, so effortlessly.

Maybe this was the difference between sex and love. It catapulted all of it to a much higher level of pleasure and satisfaction. She was in no doubt after tonight that she loved...