“Can I do that?” He climbed in, holding her gaze as he moved between her thighs.
“Sure can. You’re magic.”
He kept eye contact, loving how the emerald green darkened, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted. “So are you.” Her heat called to him, but he held off. This moment, anticipating the joy of sinking into her, was precious. “When I’m loving you, the world disappears.”
“I should hope so.” She rested her palms on his chest and fooled with his nipples, making his cock twitch. “I’d hate to think that while I’m blissed out, you’re worrying about a sick horse.”
He grimaced. “I’ve been known to.”
“Me, too.” She cupped his face in both hands, making him glad he’d shaved. “Not a sick horse, but other stuff. When I’m with you, I forget everything and everybody.” She smiled. “Or I will, once you get busy.”
His cock throbbed. “Yes, ma’am.” He rocked forward, closing his eyes and dragging in air as pleasure rolled through him. He almost missed her murmured I gots you.
Slowly he opened his eyes and gazed into hers. His brain stalled. She loved him.
And he loved her with a fierceness that burned in his chest. The words almost came out of his mouth. He swallowed them. Proclaiming it wouldn’t do either of them any favors.
“I gots you, too.” Leaning down, he kissed her rosy lips as he began to thrust. She joined in, hooking her legs around his, linking them together, synchronizing their movements.
His energy level spiked as he immersed himself in her heat and breathless cries. When he was loving Zinnia, he knew what to do. It came so easily, as if he’d been born knowing.
She was panting now. There. The first squeeze of her climax teased his cock and he stroked faster, the pressure in his groin increasing. If he tamed his response, he could make her come again. Didn’t feel right. He needed… no they needed to ride the rapids together, plunge over the edge together.
Her body quivered and her skin glowed in the lamplight. This would be good. Really good. She called his name, grabbed onto him and arched upward. One more vigorous push…. Ahhh. She came apart, loudly, joyfully.
Her orgasm triggered his, ripping a shout of triumph from his ecstatic, shaking body. She held him close, absorbing his tremors as he absorbed hers.
The room filled with the sound of their gasps and soft moans. And then it was quiet.
He stayed where he was, propped on his forearms, his head bowed. They were perfect together. Some men never experienced lovemaking they would treasure the rest of their lives.
He just had. It would have to be enough.
Chapter Thirty
Zinnia lay still, afraid to move and break the spell. Friday night she’d had sex with Monty. Tonight, she’d made love with him. Big difference. For the first time in her life, she got it.
This cowboy she’d just met had made love with his whole body and soul. He’d cherished her. He’d delighted in her lusty spirit. She’d been seen.
He was also madly in love with her. And she with him. But love wasn’t enough, not when a five-year-old was in the mix.
Kissing her gently on her forehead, he looked into her eyes, his gaze warm. “You’re wonderful.”
Even if he didn’t say the words, they hovered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been. “You, too.”
“Gotta take care of?—”
“I know.” She unwound her legs from his. “You’re free to go.” Her breath hitched. Was this the end? Kenny Rogers’ voice echoed in her ears. Was the dealing done?
Maybe. She wasn’t accomplished in the art of saying goodbye.
Was this the right time, after lovemaking so amazing it had almost been a spiritual experience? Should they end on a high note rather than chance having things go downhill from here?
Trouble was, she wanted to find out if his grandma had paid him a visit and if so, how the family had reacted to the news that they weren’t pursuing this relationship. Once she left his cottage, her chances of having a private conversation with him would be limited.
Propping a pillow against the headboard, she sat up. Did she want to make love again? Yes, of course. Always. But….
They ran the risk of letting sadness creep in the next time. They’d successfully blocked it so far, but how long before it overshadowed the pleasure?
