But not for long. Reaching down, he cradled her face and made her look at him. “Now…” he whispered.
“Oh, yes,” she eagerly agreed. “Now.”
“Come here…” He clasped her waist in both strong hands and pulled her back on top of him. She took it from there. Folding her legs to either side of him, she reached down between them and guided him to her. They groaned together as she took him in.
“This,” he moaned, sliding in deep, hitting that perfect spot, the one that sent ripples of pleasure cascading through her. “So right…” He said her name like a plea as she claimed him completely.
And then they were moving, rocking together.
Never once breaking the sweet, perfect rhythm, he rolled her under him. “Riley…”
She stared up into his handsome face. His eyes were dazed, the pupils blown. She asked, “You okay?”
“Oh, hell yeah,” he muttered gruffly. “Riley Jane, there is no one like you…”
“It’s good,” she agreed.
“So good.” He kissed the words onto her mouth.
The pleasure expanded within her, claiming every inch of her. She quivered with the magic of it—and then, all at once, she was coming, her climax overtaking her, rolling outward from her core in a hot shimmer of overwhelming sensation.
She held him good and tight and gave herself up to the beauty of this one last night. He groaned as her body contracted around him. And then he was following her over the edge.
For a long, perfect moment, there was nothing but pleasure, pulsing hot and then slowly, sweetly fading to afterglow.
He nuzzled her cheek. “I’m crushing you…”
“No.” She tucked her head in the crook of his shoulder and breathed in his clean, outdoorsy scent. “I am just fine.”
“Oh yes, you are…” Gently, he eased away from her and rolled onto his back.
For several minutes, they were quiet together, just lying there side by side. She loved that, the warmth of him so close as the fire between them faded to something very much like contentment.
When he rolled to face her, he was grinning. “I think we should go fishing every Saturday—followed by a little private time right here in this bed.”
She loved that idea—even if it was just a fantasy. Reaching up, she laid her hand along his cheek, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the slight scrape of beard scruff. Idly, she brushed her fingers back into his silky brown hair.
“What?” he asked.
She tugged on his earlobe. “I should get back to my room…”
He bent close, kissed the tip of her nose. “In a minute…” He laid his hand on her shoulder, trailed it down to cover her breast. Lightly, he rubbed his palm over the sensitive flesh of her nipple.
“That feels way too good.”
He put his lips to her ear. “Stay awhile…”
She turned her head and kissed him hard and quick. “I would love to. However, it really is time to go.”
His broad shoulders slumped, but he didn’t argue further as she rose from the bed and started picking up her clothes. Lying back on the pillow, hands laced behind his head, he watched her. She sent him a smile as she put on her panties. But he didn’t smile back. His gaze had drifted down her body. He seemed…thoughtful, suddenly.
Was it possible he’d noticed the new roundness of her belly? Her ears felt hot. She waited for him to say something.
But he was silent.
Should she go for it, spill the truth right here and now?
No. This was not the time. The kids were here. They had tomorrow morning to get through. She needed to wait until it was just the two of them.
