Amazingly, her relaxed core began to tighten. “Against all odds.”
His mouth curved in a smile. “Attagirl.”
“Showoff. Balancing on one arm.” She was dazzled, aroused, and in the market for another Rance-inspired orgasm.
“One-handed pushups. So worth the time.”
“Don’t get cocky.” Her breath hitched as her thighs began to quiver.
“Because you hate that.”
“I do.”
“Liar.” He was breathing harder, now. He’d picked up the pace, too. “Time to bring it on home, Lani-lou.” Propped up on both arms again, he held her gaze. “You with me?”
She gasped as the first tremor rolled through her core. “Yes.”
“Didn’t hear you.” He pumped faster.
“Yes!”
“Still didn’t hear you!”
“Yes!” The dam broke. Pleasure flooded her body as Rance, bellowing in triumph, pushed deep and came with her, his cock pulsing in time with the waves of her climax.
He’d managed to create a spectacular finale to their evening. They could end things on a high note, resist the urge to repeat this behavior and act like rational adults for the rest of the holiday.
Then, in a private moment before she flew back to New Jersey, they’d vow to stay friends as they navigated the next forty, fifty or sixty years.
Yay.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
He’d gotten more than he’d expected. Rance kept telling himself that as he and Lani put on their clothes, mostly in silence. Before they’d left the bed she’d thanked him for a wonderful time. He’d thanked her for staying for a second round.
After that, conversation had been brief and stilted. He couldn’t say what he was thinking, that they needed to find more such opportunities this holiday.
That idea had to come from her, right? Clearly she hadn’t leaped to that conclusion or she would have said so by now. She was likely still in the mindset that continuing to have sex would make their future dealings even more impossible.
That could be true. It could be untrue. Nobody could accurately predict the future, could they? Why give up present pleasure when the future of a relationship was still a big fat question mark?
But if he brought up the prospect of more alone time, he might start an argument and ruin the evening they’d just enjoyed. He was incredibly lucky to have spent this time with her, and if that was all he ever had….
Oh, to hell with it. He didn’t care for that self-defeating crap. She’d be here until New Year’s Day. That was a long damn time to have her within reach while lecturing himself to be grateful for what he’d had. He wasn’t that noble.
He finished buttoning his shirt and tucked it into the waistband of his jeans. “I’ve been thinking.”
“So that’s why smoke’s coming out your ears.”
“You’re a funny lady.”
“Just trying to keep the mood light.” She pulled her red sweater over her head.
He’d enjoyed taking it off. Soft as a baby blanket, but her skin was even softer.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“How am I looking at you?”
