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"We're not going anywhere in that rain."
Prudence listened to it thrashing against the cabin. She relaxed back in silence in her chair, sipping at her coffee and growing lost in her thoughts.
Zac watched her with interest. This time was difficult for her. The mending process hurt; accepting all she had learned would be hard. It would do her good to talk with her mother, open old wounds, and help them heal properly.
"Zac," she interrupted his musings. "That night you —" Prudence stopped abruptly, obviously fearful of pursuing her question, then thinking better of it, she tried again. "The first time you made —” She halted once again and shrugged her shoulders in a defeated gesture.
"Are we about to discuss sex?" he teased with a smile that was anything but playful.
She leaned forward in an effort to confront him but hesitated, then sat back in her chair in a disappointing slouch.
"We spoke about being open and honest with each other," he said, attempting to lure her out of her fears and doubts. "You can ask me anything, Pru. I'm your husband and wish to share all your misgivings and joys equally."
She decided to give it one more try, forcing her words to race from her mouth before she gave them consideration. "That night you made love to me and told me I was pretty and such, did you mean it?"
"Every word," he answered without hesitation.
"You don't think I'm plain or too… big?"
"Big?" he repeated with a laugh. "Who the hell ever told you that you were big?"
"Granger," she admitted.
Zac shook his head angrily, stood, and carried his chair to set it before the fire. He sat down and held his hand out to her. "Come here."
She went to him, holding out her hand in tentative trust. Zac took it and pulled her to him, his knees spreading her legs apart for her to straddle him. She fit perfectly over him and he cursed the interference of his denims.
"You're not big," he corrected, unbuttoning the two protective buttons that hid her from his view. He opened the shirt, pushing it gently aside.
Prudence sat still, her hands on his shoulders. She watched his eyes scrutinize her. They held no disgust, only pure lusty passion.
"Your breasts are full and perfect to nibble on," he teased, leaning into her as he drew her forward to taste her rigid nipple.
She wiggled against him from the sweet pleasure that he stirred in her.
"Mmmm," he murmured, basking in the feel of her familiar movement. "That brings us to those luscious hips. Big, no," he shook his head. "Full. Sexy. Sinful. Definitely yes." His hands cupped the cool cheeks of her backside, lifting them to fit more firmly over him.
She nested comfortably on him, wishing he were free of his denims so she could feel him against her. A rash and wicked thought hit her and she wondered if she should dare. Instead of giving it consideration, she moved into action. Her hands reached for his button.
He looked with surprise and suspicion at her."You know what will happen if you release me."
She nodded, her fingers working slowly.
He sucked in a deep breath when he felt her hand slip inside his trousers. Her fingers felt like ice stroking his hot shaft. He found speech slow and difficult.
"I won't take you to the bed."
"I didn't ask you to," she said, enjoying the feel of him so smooth and powerful to her touch.
"You'll ride me here," he warned her, closing his eyes as she pushed his pants aside and continued to stroke him, until he was crazed with the want of her.
"You'll show me how?" she asked. Her innocence fueled his desire.
Zac pushed her shirt down and off her, needing to see every inch of her naked flesh. "I'll show you." He reached up and squeezed her breasts, so ripe and full and ready for his touch.
Her hand still enjoyed him and they pleasured each other before the fire's glow, until both were hotter than the flickering flames.
Zac positioned her over him, bringing her down on him with infinite slowness, driving them both crazy. Then he held her bottom firmly and taught her the rhythm and moves. She caught on quickly, and soon she was riding him without his help, skillfully, confidently, maddeningly.
Zac leaned back and savored every motion. He held firm to the edge of the chair and allowed her the lead… allowed her to love him.
It was pure torture and pleasure rolled into one. And when he knew she was near, when he felt his own passion mount, he reached out to her, forcing her to ride harder and explode with him in a tremulous conclusion.
She collapsed against him and his arms encircled her. Their breathing was heavy, their bodies weak.
"I never imagined I would enjoy riding so much," she whispered near his ear.
