With a Southern Touch: AdamA Night in ParadiseGarden Cop
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He wanted to take forever, but he was too hungry. His hands moved into more delicate persuasion, and she moved quickly to accommodate him. His mouth ground into hers as he possessed her, feeling her body ripple, feeling the faint hesitation as she accepted him.
“It’s been…a long time,” she groaned.
“You were married,” he whispered gruffly.
“I was married when I was eighteen.”
“Right.”
“I was also divorced when I was eighteen.”
“So?”
“Are you really that thick?” she exclaimed, lifting in a sudden high arch when his mouth touched her in an unexpected place.
The thought suddenly got through to him. He lifted his head fractionally to meet her shy eyes. “You mean, you haven’t, since you were eighteen?!”
“I’m old-fashioned,” she replied.
He let out a ragged breath. “I love old-fashioned women,” he murmured, his eyes alive with feeling as they searched hers. His hips moved abruptly, and he smiled at her expression. “How old was he?”
She swallowed. “Eighteen.”
His body poised. “Eighteen.”
“And I was his first girl.”
He looked as if he’d swallowed the pillow. “Oh.”
She moved experimentally. “Neither of us knew much, and I didn’t like it much, so I didn’t really miss it when we separated.” She moved again, gasping. “But I like it…with you. I love it with you!” Her nails scored gently down his back. “Could you do that again, what you did when I gasped?”
“You haven’t stopped gasping,” he pointed out. “Not that I’m complaining!” No kidding. It would take a mortician half a day to get the smile off his face if he died right now. He moved away a little. “Okay. Is this what you want me to do…?”
She really gasped then, and her hands became frenzied, holding on to him wherever she could reach while he taught her new ways to experience sensation. Somewhere in the middle of the lesson, it became fierce and urgent. She reached up toward him and felt her body explode into little tiny bits of flame. She sobbed endlessly, clinging, until she slowly became aware of the man straining against her in rough shudders, his breath jerking out breathlessly at her ear.
Minutes later, the ceiling came slowly into focus above her. She felt drained, sensuously exhausted, and very proud of herself. Apparently, she was damned good at this, a natural, because he’d certainly enjoyed it. She could tell, even if she didn’t have a lot of experience.
“I may give up law and do this from now on,” she murmured with her eyes closed. “I have definite potential!”
He chuckled. “You can pin a rose on that!”
She rubbed one leg slowly against his. “You have definite potential, too,” she said sensually. “Maybe we can stretch our honeymoon out by another four or five months?”
He laughed out loud. “Now, that’s what I call incentive!”
She rolled onto his chest and kissed him softly. “I want to keep the dog.”
It was the last thing he expected to hear. His eyes almost popped. “You what?”
“I want to keep Big Red. Your mom doesn’t really have room for him, but we could live in my house and fence in the yard and the garden, and he could have lots of space to run.”
“Oh, no. Not the dog. Not that dog…!”
“Please?” she murmured, kissing his chest. “Pretty please?” She kissed a hard nipple and started sucking on it gently. He was lifting up, and breathing hard, and even gasping by now. “Pretty please with sugar on it…?”
“Okay, you can have the dog. That, and anything else you want,” he choked as he moved over her with intent. “Anything!”
“The dog,” she agreed, reaching up to kiss him as he moved into possession. “And one…more…thing.”
“What?” he panted.
“Don’t ever…sing…the marine song again.”
“Don’t…?”
But she kissed him passionately and he stopped thinking or talking, in that order.
Three hours later, they lay sprawled together, totally exhausted and almost asleep. “You said we were rushing to catch a plane,” she reminded him with a grin. “What a fast plane it was!”
“Very high-flying, too,” he murmured with a weary chuckle. He pulled her close and kissed her with his last ounce of strength. “Next time, we try for the sound barrier.”
“Next time,” she agreed, closing her eyes.
He was almost asleep when the phone rang.
He picked it up, murmuring into the receiver. “Ummmhmmm,” he said. “Ummhmmm. Ummh…what?” He sat straight up in bed. “You’re kidding!”
Mary opened her eyes and watched him react to what was obviously shocking news. He spoke in monosyllables, finally laughing and wishing the other person luck and promising to speak to them later.
He hung up the phone and lay back down, looking astonished.
“What’s wrong?” Mary asked gently, leaning over him to trace patterns in the hair on his chest.
“They didn’t want to waste the minister and the decorations in the church,” he said, dazed. “There was an audience, too. So they went ahead.”
“They who?”
“My mother and Agent Vicks,” he said on a sigh. “They got married!”
“They did!” she exclaimed, wide-eyed.
“I guess there are worse things than having two FBI agents in the same family,” he said, glancing up at her.
She looked uneasy.
“Yes?” he prompted.
“You know Dad couldn’t come for the wedding, even though he sent us that nice tape of congratulations,” she offered.
“Yes.”
She cleared her throat. “He’s in Virginia.”
“In Virginia.”
She nodded.
He frowned. “Where in Virginia?”
“I think they call it Quantico?”
“No. Oh, no. No!”
She grimaced. “He’s been in law enforcement his whole life. Now he has a son-in-law in the FBI. He just wants to keep it in the family.”
“He’s joined the FBI!” he exclaimed.
She bent closer. “Well, yes. So now it’s really an agency family, isn’t it?” She wiggled her toes and smiled as she put her mouth gently over hers. “And just yesterday, I got an application form…!”
He rolled her over and moved closer with intent. “I don’t want to hear it,” he told her. “Not another word.”
“But, Curt,” she teased, big brown eyes twinkling with humor.
“We’ll catch ‘em, you prosecute ‘em. Deal?” he teased back.
She chuckled. “I was only kidding,” she confessed. “But you have to admit, it would be the story of the century.”
“We’ll have a bigger one, you wait and see.”
And they did. Twenty-five years later, their two sons and their daughter were all three inducted into the FBI as special agents on the same day, with their proud parents, and grandparents, for witnesses.
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With a Southern Touch
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