What they’d experienced in the few weeks they’d been together felt more like a lifetime of longing and memories.
Her hand dropped away, her leg came up and over his, opening herself for his entrance.
He didn’t leave her waiting, wanting, or wondering.
Instead, he inched his way in with the precision and discipline to bring them to the height of pleasure. One long drawn out stroke deep inside her. His hips retreated, then did it again.
There was grinding with their movements, their bodies pressed together, their hips drawing it out as if to say, “we’ve got all the time in the world.”
She’d never believed that before, but Rory made her believe things she hadn’t known she had inside of her.
If this was what making love was all about, what it felt like, what she’d been longing for, then sign her up for more.
The rush of sensations was building at a pace that told her when the explosion came it was going to linger for decades. Not just between her legs, but in her heart and in her soul.
Her breath was catching, his was too.
But their movements hadn’t increased. Or rather when hers started to, he slowed them down. He set their pace and she would be a follower rather than the leader this once.
“That’s it,” he whispered against her lips. “Let go. Don’t hold back. I’ve got you.”
The last little bit she was struggling to release to him let go of its grip and cascaded down her body, the pulsing felt everywhere, inside and out.
Rory was still slowly thrusting into her in tiny, short movements, then he lost some of his control, his actions more jerky until they just stilled, the two of them lying there in exhaustion and sleep taking over.
35
BURNING INTO HIS HEART
Rory stretched his arms over his head, turned and looked next to him and saw that he was alone in bed.
Still naked under the covers and missing Gale’s body next to his.
There was no clock in her room and he had no idea what time it was, but the sun was bright through the window so he was guessing noon or later.
He threw the covers back, grabbed his clothes off the floor and went to the bathroom to shower and wake his butt up.
“Hey there, sleepyhead. Guess I wore you out.”
“You did,” he said, moving closer to get a kiss. The time on the microwave caught his attention. It was close to one. “Jesus, I’ve been sleeping for almost three hours.”
She brushed her knuckles across her chest. “Yes, you have. I slept about an hour myself and didn’t expect that. I’ve been doing some work while you snoozed away.”
“That’s good,” he said. “I should unpack.”
“Let me get some lunch for us. What are you in the mood for?”
“Something easy,” he said. “I can eat a sandwich and be good if you’ve got anything.”
“Tuna?” she asked. “I don’t have sandwich meat.”
“That works,” he said. “I can do it.”
“No, sit. I’m supposed to be off today but am just taking care of a few things. I’ll make room for your stuff when we are done.”
“We can do that,” he said. “Or you can show me around the grounds if you don’t mind? Maybe the water.”
“Sure. There are chairs out there and some umbrellas. Maybe you’ll get some writing done.”
