Page 4 of A Perfect Holiday
She held my face in her hands, covering me with kisses, and I slid my hand between her legs.
“Yes…yes. Please Boone,” she pleaded. She unzipped my pants, opened my shirt. She pressed her forehead against my chest, as I worked her over. “Oh, God, Boone,” she whispered against my lips, her fingers grazing over my dick.
I knew the bed was close. Very close, but it was too far. We weren’t going to make it there, not this first time, not when she was soft and wet, and my pants were half off, not when her hand was between my legs, and I could hardly breathe for what she was doing to me.
“Damn, Verity.” I rocked against her, then lifted her in my arms and pressed her back against the wall. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did, helping me out, making it so easy for me to push up inside her, when…everything slowed down, way down.
It was so incredible, the sensations so intensely sweet, the rush of emotion overwhelming.
I swore softly. She felt amazingly good. I nuzzled her neck, thrusting into her, and felt myself die a little from the pleasure. She sealed her mouth over mine and sucked on my tongue and just flat-out filling my whole body with the sensation of love, the sex an expression of it. Consumed. All sex, love, heat, and Verity.
I moved one arm down around her bottom, holding her tighter, lifting her, pushing deeper—and then I came. I felt the warning signals, felt the first sweet edge of release, and was helpless to stop it. I didn’t have the strength. I didn’t have the will.
Oh, God. It was soul-wrenching, a melting orgasm that started at the back of my skull and the base of my groin and just flowed out of me, taking me deep. It was a timeless sensation, and it lasted forever, and all the while she kissed me, holding me, her mouth on mine so hot and sweet.
“Verity…” I groaned, pushing myself deeper, my body shuddering.
She held on tight and pressed her face into my neck, and we just breathed for a few more minutes. Then I let her slide down my body, and we breathed some more.
“I’m going to get cleaned up and get ready for bed.”
She nodded. But something about her body was now stiff when it should have been languid and sated. “Did you…”
“Yes,” she murmured. “Three times.”
I smiled, but she made her way over to the bed, and I shuffled into the bathroom. Something was wrong. What I had been feeling at Outlaws rushed through me all over again.
There was something pressing in on me, and I couldn’t name it. It felt something like when I wasn’t sure what was going on with Verity, back when she’d dropped those bombs on me, told me that I’d had sex with her, then later on she told me we’d conceived a child, our Duel, whom she’d delivered alone and had kept secret.
A frisson of sharp uneasiness pricked my bubble of happiness and it deflated a little.
There couldn’t be any more secrets. She’d told me everything. Our love, vows, commitment were too strong for her to have kept something back. We had gone through so much, spilled everything. She’d almost died. It couldn’t be that.
But when I came back out, she was sitting on the bed, her cute white nightie with pink lace at the neck and long sleeves delicate against her skin.
“You look good enough to eat,” I said.
She gave me a quick glance, her half smile not quite reaching her eyes. Troubled by the fact that she wouldn’t meet my gaze, and even more troubled by the vulnerability I sensed in her, I tried to think of some possible reason for the sudden change in her.
“Boone,” she said, her voice wobbly. She reached over and switched on the lamp, and I saw the tears tracking down her cheeks.
I rushed to her and knelt down. “Verity, what is it?”
She wiped at her eyes and finally made eye contact. “It’s about having more children, Boone. You want more, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course. I want to fill this house with them. But if you’re not ready, we don’t have to rush—”
She covered my mouth, flinching as if my words were blows.
“It’s not that I’m not ready.”
“What is it? You’re killing me, here.”
“There could be a problem with me having more children, Boone.”
I experienced an internal avalanche—cold, fast, leveling. I hadn’t known I could hurt like this again. I dropped my hands, and she curled into herself at my reaction. I couldn’t help it. More secrets, after we had been so solid.
