Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
He couldn’t have stopped even if the world were ending around them. He took them both to a place they’d only glimpsed the last time. And prayed they would stay there forever.
* * *
Her words came out part laughter, part tears. “That was…” She couldn’t complete the thought.
He finished it for her. “Exquisite.”
She nodded. “Yes. That’s it. Exquisite. Stunning.”
“Life-altering. Mind-blowing.”
“Out of this world.”
“Freaking unbelievable.”
They laughed together. She rolled her head to meet his gaze as she lay curled against him. “Are you trying to outdo me with words?”
He shook his head, grinned. “I could never outdo you, sweet lady. You drive me crazy.”
She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “Is that a good drive-me-crazy or a bad drive-me-crazy?”
He rolled on top of her. “It’s the most amazing crazy I’ve ever felt in my life.” He kissed her quick, even though she wanted him to linger. “And I only want it to get crazier.”
Then he rolled off and strolled into the bathroom, his butt muscles rippling.
He was so beautiful. So perfect.
She crawled to the bottom of the bed, searched for her panties, and was stepping into them when he returned. “Come on, Lord Lazybones. I’m starving.”
He grinned like a naughty kid. “Me too, Lady Lazybones.”
She loved the banter. She loved being lady to his lord. They dressed, then ran down the stairs hand in hand, giggling like children.
The kitchen was state of the art, yet it still had a touch of the old, with the range built into the ancient hearth and the refrigerator designed to look like an old-fashioned icebox. Sitting on stools at the granite counter opposite the sink, they finished the rest of the roast beef, Dane feeding Rex the tidbits Fernsby would yell about.
Narrowing his eyes, Dane said, “I’m still hungry.”
She found a Sainsbury’s packaged fish pie in the freezer and heated it up in the microwave. Seated once again at the counter, she smiled. “I like eating junk food sometimes. It’s so deliciously salty.”
He grinned. “I agree, but you still taste better.” And he pulled her off the stool, angling her to stand between his legs.
Kissing her, he slid his hands beneath her pajama top, cupping her breasts, tweaking the tips until she groaned. Then he slipped into her waistband and palmed her bottom. Not to be outdone, she glided inside his sweats, pulling on him to stand up long enough for her to slide them down to his ankles.
“Get on the counter,” she demanded.
He happily agreed while she sat on the stool between his legs. She made love to him with her mouth until he begged her to stop. Then he hauled her up on the counter and spread her thighs, thrusting between her legs and touching her in every perfect spot until she was the one who screamed.
And of course, they couldn’t let it end there.
* * *
Dane couldn’t count how many times they made love in the night. He held her close, waking up hard and ready against her backside. Lifting her leg over his thigh, his fingers deep inside her, he played her for long moments until she cried out, shattering. Then he entered her, taking her hard and sweet. And the taking was mutual.
Waking to bright morning sun breaking through the slit in the curtains, he wanted nothing more than to stay there with her forever.
Except that she wasn’t in the bed.
It couldn’t have been a dream. Not like he’d been dreaming all these years.
He went in search of her and found her in the kitchen, where she’d already made coffee and toast.
Over the delicious aroma of rich coffee, he could smell her, that uniquely sweet and spicy scent that could only be Cammie.
And he wanted more of her, right there on the kitchen countertop where he’d had her last night.
* * *
Over slightly burnt toast, Dane said, “That was amazing.”
Cammie almost faltered. “It was awesome,” she agreed.
But why did everything have to look different in the morning light?
They drank coffee and ate their toast slathered with marmalade. She popped two more pieces into the toaster, one for each of them.
And he didn’t say it.
“Fernsby won’t return for a while. We should go back to bed. Or maybe take a shower.” He winked.
She stared at him for a long moment. And somehow managed to laugh. “We can’t let T. Rex miss his morning walk.”
He grinned. “Then after the walk.”
After last night, she’d expected him to say it. She wanted him to say it. And somehow it was like a knife stabbing straight through her heart when he didn’t say it.
Dane would never lie. And that was the problem. He wasn’t going to say anything he didn’t truly feel. He would be honest. He wanted her. He desired her. Maybe he even needed her. And yes, deep down, she thought he loved her.