His hair was tousled, his skin glowing with sweat. The muscles on his arms and thighs stood out from the exertion of steering me. “How do you want it?” he asked.
“Hard, Derek.”
“Just do me one favor.”
“Anything.”
“Play with your nipples, the way you showed me that you liked it. I want you to come again.”
His command was almost enough on its own. I put my hands on my breasts. The sight made Derek moan, and he moved faster, with more force.
“Uuuh, Derek. That’s it. Don’t stop.” It seemed like my orgasm hadn’t really ended, because it built back up very quickly. I tugged at my nipples, gently at first, adding intensity as the pressure from his cock increased.
“I want you, Vanessa.”
“You have me.”
“I want you forever.”
“You do.”
“I’m so close.”
“So am I, Der. Oh, God.” I felt the fire spreading again, this time a slow burn but hotter than ever. “God, Derek. Come. Come hard, babe.”
He was pounding into me, each thrust so deep and hard. He arched his back and called my name. My second orgasm clenched again and again around his shuddering cock, and our moans blended as well as our bodies did.
His full weight collapsing on top of me pressed out the final delicious quivers. As with our first night in that position, I hugged him close with both arms and legs, unwilling to let him go.
“If it gets better than this, I might die,” he mumbled.
“Wait until we do it with me on top, doing all the work.”
“I will die.”
“Oh, and you’re strong enough to hold me up against a wall.”
He groaned, but he didn’t sound upset. “You’re insatiable.”
“Actually, I’m pretty sated right this second. Give me an hour.”
He laughed and disentangled himself from me. “I’m going to need more like two.”
I pushed him over onto his back. “Well, save your strength. It’s my turn to get the towel.”
I tended to myself, and then I came back to clean him. I gave a surreptitious swipe to the duvet, hoping he wouldn’t notice any spots until morning.
The candles were burning low by the time I rinsed out the towel and returned. Derek lay on his back against the pillows, the covers and sheet turned back to welcome me into the cozy spot beside him. I crawled in and put my head on his chest just for the joy of hearing his heartbeat, steady and strong.
“So. Do you think you can handle being married to a boring guy like me?” His tone was light and teasing, but the faintest tension in his pectoral muscles betrayed him.
I snuggled in closer. “Do you really think someone who kicks down doors is boring?”
“Well, no. But most of the time, I’m a research librarian. I like to read. I’m also a man with horses to feed and twenty acres to keep fenced and mowed. And I’ll be honest, Van. Spending time with you is the only other hobby I want. This is who I am.”
“I know. I love the person you are, Der. I’ve loved you for a long time, but I’ve been falling in love with you, too. You don’t need to worry.”
We lay curled together. I felt him relaxing. Just when I thought he was asleep, I heard him mumble, “You can change your mind.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
He was yawning, but determined to finish his thought. “I’m serious, Van. If you think there’s a chance you might ever regret marrying me, give me back the ring. Hope you don’t. You’re…dream girl…”
I’d worn him out. His arm around me grew heavy and slid to the mattress. His breathing was slow and regular. I smiled and slipped out of bed. There was something I had to do. I tried to hurry, but I was cold by the time I got back into bed. Even in his sleep, he pulled me close until I was warm all through.
***
I woke up when Derek threw himself onto the bed next to me and kissed my forehead. The sun poured through the windows, pooling on the floor in splashes of light.
“Good morning to you too, Der.”
“Good morning. I love you. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He kissed my cheeks, my nose and my eyelids. He made his way down my neck, and I felt my body respond. Just before I returned his embrace, I looked over onto the floor. Every rose petal I’d been able to find was more or less in place, and I was impressed with what I’d managed by the light of the last candle and the crescent moon.
I’d spelled out STILL YES.
I had a feeling that I was in for all the excitement and passion that I could ever want. When my Derek’s lips met mine, I pictured our favorite movie before I surrendered to his kiss. I thought that maybe, just maybe, out of all the passionate kisses in the history of the world, this one left them all behind.
About the Author
Kathleen Dienne has been a reporter, a theatrical stage manager, a ghostwriter, a sloganeer, a video game consultant and a marketing analyst. It was all good training for fiction.
She is very lucky to have the enthusiastic support of a brilliant husband, a delightful toddler and several elderly beagles. When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, and if she’s not reading, she’s taking photographs of the husband/toddler/beagles and making elaborate scrapbooks. Secretly, she practices Italian with those “speak and learn” CDs in hopes of someday moving to Tuscany. So far, the only person picking up Italian with any fluency is the toddler.
If you’re the sort of person who enjoys watching how a writer avoids writing, please come over and hang out at http://www.kathleendienne.com/blog. Sometimes there are recipes. You can also find her on Facebook (friend her or fan her!) and follow her on Twitter (KathleenDienne). Finally, she loves hearing from readers, so feel free to drop her a line at [email protected].
She is also the author of Her Heart’s Divide, another Carina Press title.
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