She helped, slipping the top down, then finally wiggling out of it, and while he stripped, she took off the rest of her clothes. They faced each other for only a moment before coming together. They tumbled into the softness of the couch cushions, and Quint braced over her, his body along hers and his desire instantly there. “Oh, lady,” he whispered, touching her, moving against her, and she marveled at the instant passion that exploded between them. White-hot, fire, consuming, and all-encompassing.
She lifted her hips to him, willing him to take her, and slowly, he entered her. There was no hesitation, just a total surrender, that moment when she felt part of him, when their souls met. And she went with him, higher and higher, gladly letting go of everything except him, and the culmination was a splendor that defined all rules and reality. One. Together. That melting of two spirits into one. It excited and completed her, and she tumbled with him back to earth.
Quint rolled to one side, holding her close, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then moved from her, standing by the couch. She looked up at him, marveling at the sight of him. “What are you doing?” She glanced past him at the wall clock. “We’ve got more time.” She grinned and held her hand out to him. “Lots more time.”
He crossed naked to his desk, opened a drawer, then came back to hand her a small jewelry box. “Just a little something extra.”
She sat up, took the velvet box and looked up at her husband. “This is too much. You got Travis’s adoption on track, and…” She could feel the heat in her face, blushing, even though he was hers now. “…everything.”
He crouched by her. “Just look.”
She flipped up the lid and found a brooch, a gold rat with diamond eyes. She laughed, touching the smooth gold body. “Oh, goodness, Charlie never looked so good.”
“You like it?”
“Oh, yes. And I love you,” she said, reaching up and pulling him back down to the couch with her. “You’re a lifetime project, but I’m up for the job.”
“So am I,” he chuckled and went back to her.
WITH TWO MINUTES to spare, they got to the back door of the center. Amy pushed back the barrier, and instead of the noise of partying, there were shrieks, kids squealing, then one voice raised above the others, “It’s a rat. Get him!”
Quint reached for her hand, tugged the door shut, closing out the noise and he caught her in his arms. “Let them catch Charlie.”
“Well, that should take a miracle,” she said, putting her arms around his neck.
“Well, I believe in miracles.”
“That makes two of us,” Amy whispered and kissed her husband again.
ISBN: 978-1-4603-6813-8
MILLIONAIRE’S CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
Copyright © 2001 by Mary Anne Wilson.
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