reached to undo the
snap and zip, pushing the material down over her hips. He stood and laid her
down on the bed to pull them off and hurriedly divested himself of his own
clothes. Down on his knees, he kissed her belly and then parted her curls to
delve into her warmth.
She was wet for him, her honey-sweet juices hot
on his tongue as he laved her clit and dipped it inside, causing her back to
arch off the bed. He settled her legs over his shoulders and suckled to his
heart’s content as she writhed and moaned in pleasure. Only when she’d climaxed
did he release his hold and rise to stand at the juncture of her thighs, her
legs still over his shoulders and her bottom clear of the bed as he plunged to
the hilt.
Her insides clenched around him at the invasion
and then relaxed, and he began to move, in and out in an age-old rhythm to a
song only they could hear. She met his moves, thrust for thrust, their bodies
sweat-slicked, their breaths coming in short, hard gasps as completion neared.
Her hands were soft as they traveled over his skin, played with his nipples,
and rested on his ass to pull him ever closer…deeper. When he felt her insides
clench in readiness, he reached beneath her and pulled her upper body toward
his, capturing her lips in a mind-blowing kiss as sensation washed over him in
waves. Her scream of pleasure vibrated against his tongue but was silenced by
their kiss as he continued pumping in and out, draining them both.
Cam
lay down beside her, cradling her in his arms.
The only sound in the room was their harsh breaths as they struggled to take in
much-needed air. He was almost asleep when Lacey moved beside him.
“What is it, love?”
“I need to get dressed and go to my room. As
much as I’d love to spend the night with you, I don’t want to fall asleep and
be discovered coming out of here in the morning.”
“Would that be so bad?” he asked softly,
brushing the hair back from her face so he could see her eyes, see the emotion
displayed there.
“Yes, I’ve tried to teach the girls not to
repeat my mistakes, and them finding us together like this…well, it just doesn’t
seem right.”
“You think our love was a mistake?” His voice
was gruffer than he intended, but he couldn’t help it.
“
Cam
, my father
is a minister of the church. Do you realize how hard it was for him to accept
that I hadn’t saved myself for marriage? How difficult it would be to explain
to the girls now? Loving you wasn’t the mistake, but sleeping with you was.”
“Everything would’ve, could’ve been so much
different if you’d gotten a message to me before you left.”
“There wasn’t time.”
“Wasn’t enough time to write a quick note and
leave it at reception in your hotel? You knew I’d go there looking for you.”
“Yes, but honestly, when I found out my uncle
had died, my only thoughts were for my family. It wasn’t until we were on our
way home that I realized you didn’t have any way to contact me. I’ve paid the
price for that, believe me.”
“Yes, I suppose you have, but we can’t go back, love.
We can only move forward.”
She rose on one elbow and leaned in to kiss his
cheek. “And I think we’ve made a jolly good start on that.”
“This is only the beginning, Lacey. There is so
much more in store for us…as a couple and as a family. Is it too soon to ask
you to marry this old lonesome cowboy?”
“Oh,
Cam
. We
have so many decisions to make before I could even think of answering that
question.”
“Such as?”
“Where would we live? Here?”
He nodded.
“And what about the bistro and our daughters?
What if they don’t want to stay with us? It would tear me apart to live on
separate continents.”
“Lacey, I’m a cowpoke, born and bred. You’ve had
a hard time raising the girls by yourself. You’ve done a fabulous job of it,
but now that we’ve found each other again, I’d like to make your life easier.
Would it be so difficult to give up your
snap and zip, pushing the material down over her hips. He stood and laid her
down on the bed to pull them off and hurriedly divested himself of his own
clothes. Down on his knees, he kissed her belly and then parted her curls to
delve into her warmth.
She was wet for him, her honey-sweet juices hot
on his tongue as he laved her clit and dipped it inside, causing her back to
arch off the bed. He settled her legs over his shoulders and suckled to his
heart’s content as she writhed and moaned in pleasure. Only when she’d climaxed
did he release his hold and rise to stand at the juncture of her thighs, her
legs still over his shoulders and her bottom clear of the bed as he plunged to
the hilt.
Her insides clenched around him at the invasion
and then relaxed, and he began to move, in and out in an age-old rhythm to a
song only they could hear. She met his moves, thrust for thrust, their bodies
sweat-slicked, their breaths coming in short, hard gasps as completion neared.
Her hands were soft as they traveled over his skin, played with his nipples,
and rested on his ass to pull him ever closer…deeper. When he felt her insides
clench in readiness, he reached beneath her and pulled her upper body toward
his, capturing her lips in a mind-blowing kiss as sensation washed over him in
waves. Her scream of pleasure vibrated against his tongue but was silenced by
their kiss as he continued pumping in and out, draining them both.
Cam
lay down beside her, cradling her in his arms.
The only sound in the room was their harsh breaths as they struggled to take in
much-needed air. He was almost asleep when Lacey moved beside him.
“What is it, love?”
“I need to get dressed and go to my room. As
much as I’d love to spend the night with you, I don’t want to fall asleep and
be discovered coming out of here in the morning.”
“Would that be so bad?” he asked softly,
brushing the hair back from her face so he could see her eyes, see the emotion
displayed there.
“Yes, I’ve tried to teach the girls not to
repeat my mistakes, and them finding us together like this…well, it just doesn’t
seem right.”
“You think our love was a mistake?” His voice
was gruffer than he intended, but he couldn’t help it.
“
Cam
, my father
is a minister of the church. Do you realize how hard it was for him to accept
that I hadn’t saved myself for marriage? How difficult it would be to explain
to the girls now? Loving you wasn’t the mistake, but sleeping with you was.”
“Everything would’ve, could’ve been so much
different if you’d gotten a message to me before you left.”
“There wasn’t time.”
“Wasn’t enough time to write a quick note and
leave it at reception in your hotel? You knew I’d go there looking for you.”
“Yes, but honestly, when I found out my uncle
had died, my only thoughts were for my family. It wasn’t until we were on our
way home that I realized you didn’t have any way to contact me. I’ve paid the
price for that, believe me.”
“Yes, I suppose you have, but we can’t go back, love.
We can only move forward.”
She rose on one elbow and leaned in to kiss his
cheek. “And I think we’ve made a jolly good start on that.”
“This is only the beginning, Lacey. There is so
much more in store for us…as a couple and as a family. Is it too soon to ask
you to marry this old lonesome cowboy?”
“Oh,
Cam
. We
have so many decisions to make before I could even think of answering that
question.”
“Such as?”
“Where would we live? Here?”
He nodded.
“And what about the bistro and our daughters?
What if they don’t want to stay with us? It would tear me apart to live on
separate continents.”
“Lacey, I’m a cowpoke, born and bred. You’ve had
a hard time raising the girls by yourself. You’ve done a fabulous job of it,
but now that we’ve found each other again, I’d like to make your life easier.
Would it be so difficult to give up your
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