His groan was timed with a small thrust and she could feel his tip at her entrance.
“I want you inside of me,” she murmured back up into his ear.
“I want to be inside of you,” he breathed back.
And then the heavens opened as he parted her folds and slid into her. He was everywhere inside of her. She could feel her walls clinging to his thick, throbbing shaft, and her notch crested against his pelvic bone because by God, he was in her to his hilt. Her leg was thrown over his, and now she hooked her heel into his backside and held on. Nothing else mattered. Not the cold. Not the snowstorm. Not the house party. Not her writing. Nothing. Only him.
“Uhh,” Andrew groaned. She could feel her lower lips sucking on his shaft as he dragged himself out of her, just to his tip.
Her whimper brought him back in and then they danced against each other, finding the spots that brought pleasure. Her body tightened as it climbed the mountain of delight. And just when she thought she might roll down it, he reached down and feathered touches against her nub until she jumped off the edge and soared wildly through the air. Aimless.
She could still feel the thumping beat of his member within her, when with a loud roar, he pulled out and spent on her stomach.
Chapter 7
THEDESIRETOLIEthere and stay warm almost won out against Rose’s reason. She had permitted herself the pleasure and the dreaming, but now it was time to live in the real world. It would do no good to pretend that this was more than what it was, and even though she never imagined herself to be the kind of woman who would sleep with a man and then run, she needed to run.
There was no chance that this could turn into something more than just an unprecedented desire between two people. And she knew that she needn’t even say the words aloud for his sake, but for her sake, she had to voice them.
“I guess that’s that then. Thanks for warming me up.” Rose leaned over Andrew’s body, placing a hand on his hip to steady herself as she grabbed her shift. Damp or soaked, she would wear it out now and never return. In fact, she might just lock herself in the nursery with baby Katie for the rest of the holiday. She wanted no chance meetings. No passing glances. No feeling his presence and pretending not to look for him.
Andrew chuckled. “That’s that? That’s all you have to say?”
“What would you like me to say?” Sarcasm dripped out of her mouth, “Best I ever had?” A touch louder, Rose sat up on her knees, and added, “Until next time?”
She didn’t want to be sarcastic. But it was all too much to think about having something so ethereal being ripped away so quickly. Best to extricate herself from him quickly though. It would be far more painful to allow any feelings to linger and grow.
“It was good, wasn’t it? I mean, I can’t be the only one who actually thought it was the best I’ve ever had, can I?”
Rose stumbled over her tongue. That he had experienced it as deeply as she had, was bewildering. There was no point in getting upset. She knew what she was getting into when she asked him at several points to bed her. She knew it wouldn’t last. And she knew she would go back to writing and nannying. She need only focus on that. It was a life to be proud of. It was a good life.
“It was good. But this isn’t good.” She waved her arms around the room. Then just as quickly, she pulled her flapping arms into herself.
“Don’t you know that Good always triumphs?”
“What does that even mean?”
“In the end, Good always wins.”
Rose harrumphed. Something she didn’t normally permit herself to do.
“Well, it’s not all good right now.”
“Then it’s not the end.”
Crossing her arms, Rose glared at him. He wasn’t picking a fight, but perhaps she was now. “Isn’t that a bit simple?”
“I’d like to think of it as delightful.”
“I didn’t realize you were a romantic.”
“Neither did I.” He reached for her and pulled her against his warm body. “I think you make me one,” he breathed softly into her ear. “It was something my aunt used to always say, and it never made much sense, but here with you…it makes sense.”
She wanted to push away from him, but a few more seconds with his strong arms around her couldn’t hurt. She counted one breath in and one breath out. Then a second inhale and a third exhale. That was enough mint and honey to last her a lifetime. No, it wasn’t. Who was she fooling? But she would make it enough to last any time she wanted to recall these moments with him. All she needed was a romp through a herb garden, or a bite into a scone with honey. She knew that instantly the smell would bring her right back to this time and place. The memories would have to be enough.
It was the hardest thing she had ever done, but she brought her hands to his chest, and pushed herself away until her legs extended past the mattress and could touch the floor.
“It was good.” She used the word intentionally. “But now I’ll go back to writing and nannying. And you’ll go back to…whatever it is that you do.”
