“God, yes,” she grits out. “Just like that.”
She tightens around me, and when she shatters, I go along for the ride, spilling into her as if my life depends on it.
We stay there for a moment until I back away and she slides off the counter.
And I look at her.
At her beautiful face, her gorgeous eyes, her blond hair.
Peace.
That feeling that’s been so elusive for so long.
It’s finally within my grasp.
Twenty-Three
Tabitha
Wow.
Double wow.
I didn’t come here for this. Hell, I didn’t even know Henry would be here when I made the drive up into the mountains. But being with him… It’s like air.
I’ll leave tomorrow. Return to my seminar. To my life’s path.
But today I want to relish whatever this is between us.
“I need air,” I say.
“Yeah,” he says. “Me too. It’s beautiful here. We can go on a walk.”
I look down at my chest. “I think I’ll need to wear something other than your shirt.”
“I don’t know.” He rakes his gaze over me, his eyes burning into me. “You look pretty amazing in it.”
I give him a good-natured swat on his upper arm. “Do you think it’s warm enough for shorts? I mean, that storm last night really cooled it down.”
“Shorts are probably fine,” he says. “Or jeans or sweats. Whatever you have.”
I walk to the master bedroom where my suitcase is. I threw things in without really thinking because I thought I’d be alone here.
Crap. I didn’t even pack shorts. Just a pair of ratty jeans and the sweats I was wearing yesterday, which are still in a heap by the hearth.
Jeans it is, then, along with a simple black T-shirt. I don’t exactly own hiking boots, so my Brooks runners will have to do.
“Ready?” Henry asks when I return to the kitchen.
He looks like a gorgeous mountain man in a plaid button-down and jeans. On his feet are hiking sandals, another thing I don’t own.
“As good as it gets,” I reply.
“You look cute.”
I gesture to my feet. “I just hope these shoes are okay.”
“Sure, they’re fine. It’s not like we’re going to do a fourteener or anything.” He leads me outside the back way, where I see his truck parked.
