“Yeah, you’re right,” she sighed as her body curled into him.“Maybe later?”As she turned her head, their lips met.Intoxicated by her lush curves, he sank into her softness and tugged her closer.
He tried to go slow, to savor and enjoy, but as usual, the moment he touched her, the need to become a part of her was so frantic, so fervent, he lost control.Rolling with her over the bed, he deepened the kiss, trying to convey how desperately he needed her.
It was a wild, frenzied ride.Everything outside the cocoon where just the two of them were gasping for breath, ceased to exit.All he was aware of was the woman in his arms: her smooth skin, her intoxicating scent, the desperate sounds from her throat, the taste of her on his tongue.
When he finally entered her, she was as anxious as he was to get to the finish line.Those blue eyes were wild, darkened by desire.For him.For another moment, he tried to keep watching her, but a red haze covered his eyes and with her name on his lips, his head fell backwards as the storm picked them up and swept them away.
*
Ellie was wokenup by soft kisses.No, not kisses—licks, if she wasn’t mistaken.Smiling, she opened her eyes.All three dogs were sitting next to her on one side of the bed, panting, and on the other side was Becket, a mug in his hand.
“I’m sorry, I tried to keep them out of here, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer.”He bent forward to kiss her softly.“And it’s nearly eight o’clock.”
She quickly sat upright before she realized she was naked again.Grabbing the sheet, she pulled it up.
Becket chuckled.“I’ve loved every inch of your gorgeous body, you shouldn’t hide it.”
“We have company,” she said primly as she took the mug.“I’m going to be late for work.”
“It’s okay, you’re the boss,” he said.
Sighing, Ellie leaned back against the pillow.“That’s true, isn’t it?But shouldn’t you get to work?”Harper jumped off the bed.
“I’ve been up for two hours already.”
Her eyes widened.“But we’ve hardly slept!”
“I’m not complaining,” he grinned.“When you’ve finished your coffee, I’ll take you back to town.”His smile faded.“I believe you’re moving into your house next weekend.”
Nodding, she took another sip of the coffee.“Yes.I’ve organized the movers to bring the few things I have in storage to Marietta.I hope it all works out and they’ll be here by next Friday.”
“You should’ve told me.I can help, you know?”
Sighing, she looked down at the mug in her hand.“I wasn’t sure whether you’ll still be around by next weekend.”
Harper jumped back onto the bed, a piece of paper in her mouth.She put it on Ellie’s legs.
“Of course, I’ll be around,” Becket was saying.“Damn it, Ellie.I want to be with you; I’ve told you.”
Picking up the paper Harper had brought, she looked at Becket.“From what I’ve heard, you never date anyone for longer than two weeks.”
Cussing softly, Becket got up.“Do you remember last night?”he just about shouted.“And every night before that?Have I given you any indication that I’m moving on?”
Harper barked and Ellie dropped her eyes to the paper in her hand.It was a sketch.If she wasn’t mistaken, the cartoon drawing of a smiling, curly blonde sitting at a table was her.She was wearing the frilly top she’d bought last Monday.Becket was the artist; she recognized his style.
“You’ve made a sketch of me again?”
He nodded.
“Why?”
“Because I have to!”He sat down next to her on the bed again.“Look, Ellie, I don’t have answers.”His hands slipped around her shoulders.“I… want you.I want to be with you.You’re all I think about, dream about.Since we’ve been together, you’re what my pencil draws every time I pick it up.Each time I see you, I’m like a hormone-filled teenager.What this craziness is, I have no idea.What I do know is that I’ve never felt like this before.Talking about my feelings… I can’t do that.The only thing I am sure about is that I don’t want to stop seeing you.”
A deep ache nestled low in her belly.“Okay.But promise me one thing?”
“Anything.”
“If you decide you’ve had enough, will you tell me?I wouldn’t want to hear it from Aurelia Hill.”
