"Yeah, let's do it."She climbed off the bed, and he hurried to join her, tossing aside his pajamas on the way to the bathroom.
Once they were in the large master bathroom, he unbuttoned her pajama top and tossed it back into the bedroom to keep it from getting wet.Then he removed her pants and dropped them on her top while she started the hot water and climbed into the shower.
The sight of her lathering body wash across her chest left him breathless.When he reached for the soap and began tracing circles on her skin, she met his eyes with a smile that made his pulse quicken.Without a word, she took the bottle, squeezed a pearl of soap into her palm, and returned his touch with gentle, deliberate strokes of her own.
He never thought he would mate again after he lost his mate, but Florence had rekindled that love all over again.He was glad she had worked with him at the FBI, which gave them common ground.He was excited to spend the rest of his life with her.
They finished their shower and dried off.He didn't know if she would feel more comfortable with putting her pajamas back on, but when she climbed into bed naked, he did too.And then he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
He thought of declaring his love for her at the dance, but he could be rather impulsive, just like she could be.He ran his hand through her hair, loving the softness."I want to commit to you."
"Oh?"she asked, her blue eyes wide with interest.
"Yeah.There's no time like the present, as they say.I love you."
She laughed."I thought the same thing.I love you too, and I invited you to my bed because I didn't want to wait."
He snuggled with her."I’m so glad.Do you mind this?Or do you need your space?"
"I love this.The snow is falling outside.It's nearly Christmas.It couldn't be more perfect."
"My thought also."
Then they closed their eyes, and he thought he was the luckiest man in the world.They just needed to take Timothy out so their lives could return to normal, and they wouldn't have to have a police escort all the time.
In the middle of the night, she began caressing his back.Yeah, he was ready to mate her.Though from what he had learned about wolves, it wasn’t the same.With them, after consummating a relationship, they were mated for life.Cougars, like other cats, didn’t have that mindset.But the human part of them tempered their wild cat instincts, and for shifters, they could divorce, but they often didn’t.
Florence lovedthat Frank was proposing to her in a cougar's way and knew they would be happy together.He climbed on top of her, and she felt terrific, safe, and comforted.Then he entered her tight sheath, and she loved it, loved making love to him when she didn't think she would ever do that again with a man she really cared about.
He thrust into her like a young man, their hearts pounding like crazy, their pheromones circling the wagons.He kept pumping into her, kissing her breasts as she rubbed his back.Everything he did made her feel like a million bucks.Then he was climaxing and groaning out loud.He rolled off her, and she cuddled up next to him.
"You are everything I knew you would be in bed," she said.
"I feel the same way about you."Then he wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
"They're goingto do it, you know," Rory told Lacy as she joined him in his room at the bunkhouse.It was time for them to be a couple, or else Sexy Santa Wyatt might think he still had a chance with her.
They had decided that it would be better to stay at the bunkhouse so Hal's and Tracey's kids didn't hear them.Though they still had the other ranch hands who would.But they were all adults.
"You mean my grandfather and Mrs.Fitz?"
"Yeah."
She smiled.
"The way they kept kissing, holding hands, and whispering to each other, I know it's going to happen sooner or later."
"Maybe after the Christmas dance?"Lacy asked, stripping out of her clothes.
Rory hurried to remove his, nearly falling when he pulled off his jeans.She laughed.But then, perfectly naked, they began kissing and running their hands over each other.He knew that the first time he'd seen her at the coffee shop, she was the one for him.That's why he'd taken charge of introductions, proving he was an alpha.
So were the other ranch hands, but they hadn't been as quick to make their interest known, which worked for him.He kissed her mouth in a deliberately slow and seductive way.She responded, kissing him back with as much conquest.He loved how affectionate she was and how much she was into him, like he was her.
He ran his hands through her long, silky hair, and then they fell on the bed.Thankfully, it was a double, not a twin bed, though they would have made do.
He figured they would tell her grandfather they had decided to mate when they saw him at the dance tomorrow, and hope he was all right with them doing it so soon after meeting.
Then they were on the bed, writhing in the throes of passion, breathing in each other's musky scent, and enjoying every minute of it.This was the first time they had been able to do it in the comfort of a warm bedroom.
