When she went limp, he rested his head against her thigh, his body aching with arousal, but his soul content.
“Come up here,” she whispered, her hands at his shoulders, urging him up. He went where she guided him, eager to claim her now.
But she had other plans. Slipping out of his hold, she pushed him down and bent over him to take his mouth in a slow, searing kiss. Her hand slid down the front of him, finding him, stroking him.
He groaned. She kissed that sound right off his lips.
But then she was on the move again, dropping light, teasing kisses down the length of his torso, only stopping to remind him, “Shh, now. Don’t wake the boys…”
When she encircled him with those clever fingers andthen slowly took him into her mouth, he had to slap a hand over his own mouth to keep from letting out a shout.
It was kind of embarrassing how quickly he came. Not that he cared. At that point he had no shame. He kept his hand over his mouth, and he groaned out her name as the world spun away, a whirling ball of heat and wonder.
A few minutes later when his brain came back online, he pulled her up beside him and took her hand. For a while, lying there without a stitch on, holding hands, they were quiet together. He was happy in a way he’d never been before. This was how they should be—together, the two of them. From now on.
He rolled to face her. She smiled at him sleepily.
“Don’t go to sleep yet,” he whispered as he brushed a kiss across her parted lips.
She made a soft, willing little sound.
He took that sound as encouragement and began dropping kisses randomly across her collarbones, at the curve of her shoulder, over the round contours of one breast and then the other.
“Josh,” she whispered, pulling him up even more so they were face to face. “I’m so glad you’re here…”
Carefully, one and then the other, he eased his knees between her thighs. She pulled him down to her, but he braced up on his hands in order not to put his weight on the baby.
She wrapped those smooth legs around him and pulled him in anyway, crying out softly as he entered her. He looked down into her sweet face and thought how he never, ever wanted to be like this with anyone else.
Only Riley.
For the rest of their lives…
They moved together slowly at first. She stared up at him, her eyes dazed and shining.
“Josh…” She whispered his name once. And then again, “Josh…”
“Riley Jane,” he replied. They shared a silly, happy smile.
The rhythm accelerated. He rolled to his back. She followed his lead. Now she was on top, her legs folded to either side of him.
Everything turned urgent, needful, frantic. She cried out softly as he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down for another endless, searing kiss.
And then the finish rushed at them. He felt her contracting around him. A moment later she hit the crest with a low cry.
That did it. He went over, too. Drowned beneath a sweet wave of pleasure, he groaned her name.
Time passed more slowly then. They held each other for the longest time.
Eventually she got up.
He remembered her injured ankle. “Need help?”
She sent him a smile over her silky bare shoulder, that red hair a tangled halo around her beautiful, flushed face. “I can make it to the bathroom just fine.” And off she went.
When she climbed back in beside him, he kissed her. And then he got up and took a turn in the bathroom, too.
A few minutes later when he reentered the shadowed bedroom, she seemed to be dozing. But she stirred at the sight of him, and her soft lips curved in a welcoming smile, one he’d come to think of ashissmile, the smile meant only for him.
