“On edge, are you?” She picked up speed.
He spoke through gritted teeth. “You could say that.”
“Want to hold onto me?”
“Yes.” His eyes darkened. “Yes, I do.” Abandoning his semi-relaxed pose, he cupped her ass.
He could have used his grip to control the pace. Instinctively she knew he wouldn’t. Her choice, her show.
He had the self-control to keep it that way. No wonder sex with him was the best ever.
Her climax drew near, stealing her breath, stealing her sanity. She moved faster, craving that sweet release.
He groaned, but didn’t tighten his hold or try to slow her down. She got the message, though. He didn’t want to come yet. But she was past the point of no return.
“Don’t… worry,” she gasped out. “We’ll do this… again.”
He clenched his jaw. “Promise?”
“Cross my heart.” And she went for it, riding him for all she was worth. Her ragged breathing blended with his and they leaped into the whirlpool together. Ahhhhh.
Reveling in the pulsing glory of their mutual climax, she shouted and swore at the top of her lungs. So did he. Their reaction was so over-the-top, so unchecked and bonkers that it eventually turned into laughter.
When she finally had enough air in her lungs that she was able to speak, she gazed down at him. “What was that all about?”
He smiled. “I think we finally remembered how to have fun.”
“Could be.” Damn, but he looked sexy right now with that satisfied smile on his face. “We used to have fun, didn’t we?”
“All the time.” He held her gaze. “Think about that while I take care of this condom.”
“Okay.” She carefully disengaged and he climbed out of bed, leaving her to ponder the situation.
She had no trouble tracing a path back to her first mistake — adopting those horses. It had seemed innocent enough. Her favorite author was a supporter of the program and she had fond memories of Luis.
A little too fond, obviously, since adopting the horses had clearly been the genesis for her dream. Her attempt to get rid of it had only made things worse.
If she could leave tomorrow, she’d minimize the damage. But taking Fudge away from a cozy barn and a skilled vet when he’d just begun to heal was a non-starter.
Luis came out of the bathroom. “I say let’s stick this out. We can handle it.”
“But a short while ago you were ready to call a halt.”
“And then what? I didn’t think it through. You’d still be here. We’d be miserable while wearing happy faces for the sake of everyone else.”
“That sounds awful. But the more we make love?—”
“The more fun we’ll have. How about we focus on that?” The tension in his body was subtle, tightening his shoulders, etching a furrow between his brows.
She gazed at him. Such a beautiful man. Of course he’d haunted her dreams. And would likely be doing it more in the future after this weekend. She sucked in air and let it out. “If you’re game, so am I.”
His shoulders dropped and his mouth relaxed into a slow smile. “Great.” His gaze held hers for a beat. “None of your stuff is here. I just realized that.”
“Didn’t even think of it.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.”
