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They walked over tothe stream and wrapped their arms around each other.
“I don’twant us to fight.” She whispered into his chest.
“Then we willnot. We have a few hours left, and I want to make love to my wife andlose myself in her scent.”
“I want to feelyour body against mine and make love to my husband.” She liftedher head to his, eyes smoldering.
“Then let’sdo that. Let’s give the real world a break and enjoy what’sleft of our honeymoon.”
She nodded. Takingher hand, he led them back to the house, where he stripped off herouter gears and put them away before taking off his.
“We could lighta fire in the living room and spread a blanket.”
“You light thefire, and I will get the blankets and the pillows.”
They worked silentlyuntil the fire was blazing in the hearth, and several thick blanketswere spread in front of the fireplace with pillows piled high.
He undressed herslowly, his touch lingering on her flesh. When he was finished, hehastily took off his clothing and drew her down with him. The flamesfrom the fire glinted on her skin, highlighting her slender curves.
He took his time andhad every intention of drawing out the moment. They had a meal insidethem that would have to sustain them for several hours. He wouldexplore every inch of her delectable curves until he was familiarwith every line and store them in his memory bank, starting with herexquisite face.
He kissed her cheekbefore tasting her lips, drinking from her, sipping, and then tastingthe feel of her body against his more than he could stand. He shiftedso that she was beneath him, his body covering hers as he kissed herlong and hard, the passion waxing bold between them.
Her rigid nippleswere rubbing against his chest, causing incredible friction, and hefelt his desire raging. Lifting his head, his smoldering green eyestook in the shape of her lips, moist from his kisses.
Slipping into her, heheld her gaze as he moved inside her until they were both transportedto a place where the storm was severe and overwhelming.
Chapter 9
It was funny andfrustrating how time refused to stand still for them. Before theyknew it, it was time to head out. They had spent most of the day onthe blankets before the fire and had even had lunch and dinner there.
He held her close tohim as if absorbing her body heat. Now they were driving home, andthe silence inside the car was fraught with tension and a palpablesadness that refused to go away.
They were returningto the real world and did not know what to expect. He turned on themusic and let her lean back in the seat; her head turned away. He hadkept her most of the night and almost the entire day. She should havebeen exhausted, but she was not sleeping.
He did not want totalk either and concentrated fiercely on the road. Each mile wasdrawing them closer and closer to their parting. They were not goinginto their house - one they would share. He would drop her off at heraunt’s place and then try to sneak back later when the womanwas asleep.
His mother wasreturning home and would want to catch up. He would not be able toavoid it. And he was dreading spending time away from his wife.
“It’sgoing to be fine.” He could not bear the silence any longer.
“I know.”
“Of course youdo. I will drop you off and go home, and then as soon as it is safe,so to speak, you are going to text me.”
“I know.”She repeated. She still had her head turned away from him, but hecould hear the thickness of tears in her voice and wanted to weephimself.
“We are goingto be fine.”
“You alreadysaid that.”
“Yes. I am justreaffirming it.”
“Why?”
“Just-”His fingers tightened on the wheel, and he wanted to turn the cararound. They could use the jet, go to some tiny island, and betogether, away from all the pressure.
“Just felt theneed to.”
