Wade is only too happy to have her back, moving against him with that luxurious yet hungry grace that she had when she was moving in for making love. He remembered back in the beginning when there had been something more pressing to her movements, more demanding as if she were afraid he might stop if he stopped to think about it. As she had achieved more stability and confidence (as she had taken over more), she had taken her time more, knowing this was hers and she had won. Annette probably wasn't even aware how well she was pulling off Analise - that little bit of soul, absolutely desperate for what had been, was probably shining through in this and ironically serving her well.

"I hope so," he murmurs, breathing in deep of her scent. It's different, but he doesn't mention that to her. She doesn't want to feel like this different woman Anna created. But that scent is going straight to his brain, as it was designed to do. As with so many men before him, he was quickly enamored of her the more of her he got.

Wade kisses her deeply, grasping her butt and moving her against him. Part of him just wants to slip into her right now, and she's certainly wet enough. This is good, right? This is the passion that had given Analise such strength before. The head of his arousal rubbed over her clit, and he moved it down along the length of him and back up.

"Your skin is so soft and perfect," he gasped, unable to resist running his hands over it when he wasn't moving her against him, "Are you sure you'd want to give this up if you could?"