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She explored the smooth skin under my balls with her fingers, and my shaft lengthened another inch. “Baby, I’m close. Keep doing that, and I’ll lose it.”
A devilish look came to her eye as she doubled her effort to make me spin out of my skin. I held her jaw. “You minx. I want a better way to come this evening.”
Easing myself out of her mouth, I reversed our positions and had her up against the wall before kissing my way across her shoulder to her neck, up the slender column, and then brushed my nose over the wet hair at her temple.
I pressed my hard naked body against hers and claimed a deep, scintillating kiss while one hand dropped to fondle and tweak her full breasts and the other held her hip on mine so she could feel my arousal. Rayna looped her hands around my neck, tickling the wet, sensitive skin on my nape while rocking into me.
Reaching for a condom in a nook behind the shower head, I slid it on before lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist. Gripping her knees, I found her mouth before thrusting, and the water made our movements even more erotic as we slipped and slid against each other. My hands slipped from her knees to her slim hips, and I lifted her nearly off my cock before slamming her down again. Her tight sheath rippled around me, the pleasure racing up my spine, tingling at my scalp.
Rayna gasped when I slid my fingers between us, through the dark curls on her mound, and sought out her clit, pinching the sweet button between my thumb and index finger.
“Oh God!” she groaned.
“Just me, sweetheart,” I grinned. “But thanks for the compliment.”
Her fingers speared into my hair, and she yanked my head down to her, kissing me this way, kissing me that way as she took me deep inside. Spurred by passion, I drove in deeper and deeper still, yearning to be as close in body as we were in mind and soul.
I felt my nostrils flare as my hips sped up, as plowing into her was too much to bear because in a second, she gave a breathless cry, her pussy going vice-tight, gushing around my turgid member. Her climax summoned mine, and I shouted as I blew my seed inside the condom in a stream of hot, endless pleasure.
When it waned, I buried my face in her fragrant curls, trying to catch my breath. “God, I love you.”
Rayna kissed under my chin. “Me too.”
Pulling away, I disposed of the condom, and we rinsed again before toweling off and getting to our bedroom.
Inside, she dressed in a sleep camisole and shorts while I dragged on boxers and sleep pants before going to the tiny table on our balcony with dinner already laid out on warmer mats. We uncovered the plates and began eating.
“So, we have another ice cream non-date with Tyler tomorrow,” Rayna mentioned, and I growled.
“Do you have to remind me that my kid is interested in boys?” I grumbled. “Please, let me not get sick while I’m eating.”
She giggled. “Don’t worry. Nothing is going on. Samantha and Tyler are only chatting about their classes and their sports teams. They both have a mutual hatred for fractions.”
“It’s not their ice cream non-dates that bother me; it's when they get to sixteen or eighteen, or, God forbid, twenty-something and want to take their non-dates as something else. I’ll wake up to see them going out to ten o’clock, or midnight, or not coming home at all. Then it’ll be boyfriends and engagements, and I’ll be paying for a wedding and paying down on a house halfway across the country and—”
Rayna shoved a bite of food into my mouth to shut me up. “John, sweetheart, you’re catastrophizing. Stop jumping ten or fifteen years into the future. Who knows what will happen between Sam and Tyler. Take it from me; first loves never last. Give them a break for now.”
I grunted. “Can we please not talk about them? It…bothers me.”
“Sure,” she replied. “So, Thanksgiving at the Twisting Twines Ranch, then. If we spend this holiday with them, we should have them over for Christmas.”
While chatting, we finished dinner, sent the plates down, and went to bed. Something I had been thinking about all day resurfaced as I held Rayna in my arms. “Do you ever think you’d want to have kids someday?”
Her brows ticked up. “Well, yes. Why do you ask?”
“With me?”
Her full lips quirked. “I don’t see anyone else here. Yes, John, I would love to have children with you.”
I rubbed my face. “I got it all mixed up. Perhaps I should have started with—” I reached over to the bedside table and took out the ring box I’d purchased a week ago in New York. “—Will you marry me?”
Rayna sat up, her mouth opened before she giggled. “You’re serious?”
“Like a heart attack.”
“Then yes,” Rayna replied. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
My brow quirked. “Are you going to look at the ring?”
