“I would like to see a lake like that.”
We both turned toward Maxine’s voice to see she’d comeclose.
“And mountains,” she went on.
Not missing a beat, Loren replied, “Then we shall make plansto show you as many lakes and mountains as can be found, Maxie.”
Maxine beamed.
Mm-hmm.
Totally.
Loren Copeland spoiled the women in his life.
Outlandishly.
But I wasn’t going to breathe another word about it.
Ever.
Because it was him.
And as were all things Loren, it was beautiful.
Loren
He felt her lips asSatrinetrailed them up his chest and into his neck before she rested her weightagainst him.
Loren barely accepted her warmth when he rolled so he was onher.
He was not fully recovered from the ministrations of hermouth, but although he very much liked her soft curves resting on him, hepreferred resting his body on those curves.
“How’s your wound?”she whispered into his ear.
He grinned and lifted his head.
“Better,” he told her.
“Mm…” she hummed.
Still grinning, he touched his mouth to hers, and not movingaway, he said, “Soon, my darling.”
Her expression shifted and he felt her hand gentle over thebandage at his wound.A bandage she demanded to change morning and prior tobed, so his clothes nor the sheets would aggravate the stitches.
Therefore, he assured, “Very soon, sweeting.There’s hardlyany pain anymore.”
That was not precisely the truth.There was pain, which waswhy he had not taken theirbedplayforward toconsummation.
But itwasgetting better, and further, he didn’twant her worrying about it.
He got his wish.Her gaze cleared and focused on his.
“Okay, honey,” she replied.
“Are you sated for tonight?”he asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
