Page 54 of Shielding his Legacy
She raised an eyebrow. “So, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” he stepped in close, taking her face in his hands, “this is your place. Our place. You and Abby live here. If you want to.”
She rose up on tiptoe and kissed him, slow and sweet, the taste of her instantly getting his blood going. It had to be close to a hundred times he’d had her, and he still wanted more, couldn’t imagine ever getting enough of her body and her love. “Abby should sleep for another hour, at least.”
He scooped her up into his arms in one fluid motion, making her laugh. Nibbling her neck, he said, “I could sure use a nice hot shower with you in it.”
“Okay,” she said agreeably, tilting her head back to give him better access to her sensitive neck.
He carried her into the house, putting her down in the bathroom to strip them both naked while the water got nice and hot. They stepped inside, washing each other with languid strokes and slippery hands, knowing where they were headed and taking their time to get there. By the time she was done giving his balls the most thorough cleaning of his life, he was desperate to make love to her.
Lifting her, he pinned her body to the shower wall with his torso. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, pausing his determined efforts to get to this point.
Her eyes opened languidly, heavy lids and rose cheeks showing him she was ready for him. “What?”
“I want another baby.”
“When?”
He shrugged. “Now. Tomorrow. Next week.”
“It takes a little longer than that to make a baby.” She was glowing, the suggestion clearly agreeing with her, though he noticed she bit her bottom lip. Was that deliberation or sexual desperation? It was difficult to tell.
“Do you want to try?” he asked.
She nodded, the rest of his planned conversation falling out of his head like so much distraction. Catching hermouth with his, he kissed her deeply, loving the way her legs came around his hips and opened her body to him.
Steam filled the small space as he entered her, her body slick and tightening around him as she gasped with pleasure. He retreated and thrust into her, loving the firmness of the wall and how she angled her hips to meet his movements.
She was close already, he could feel it. Pumping hard, he encouraged her release. “Come for me, Baby. Let it happen.” Her channel tightened around him, clenching his shaft with a milking motion that threatened his ability to continue. Slowly, he began to move once more, Eva moaning in his ear and making gentle noises that told him how much she was enjoying this.
There was more he wanted to say—so much more—but his body wouldn’t be denied. Beneath the punishing spray of his showerheads, he waited for the next crest to take over Eva’s body, then rode it like a wave all the way to shore and came deep inside her for the second time in his life.
It felt holy.
Sacred.
Their breath was labored, his heart galloping quickly. When he could speak, he said, “I want to go to Phoenix with you. I need to see my friend’s grave.” He swallowed against his fear. “I thought maybe we could visit your parents.”
Her legs fell off his hips. “Why my parents?”
“Because I see how much it hurts you that they’re not in your life. That you wish things hard turned out differently. Isn’t that true?”
“Yes.”
“Then come with me to Zion. We can hike to the Emerald Pools, and I can tell you how much I love you.”
“You would do that for me?”
“I would do anything for you.”
She kissed him firmly on the mouth. “When do we leave?”
29
The light was golden on the Esopus, the water rushing loud and steady as it wound through the forest at the edge of Gavin’s property. Eva stood ankle-deep in last autumn’s leaves, her camera clicking quietly as she captured their life one frame at a time.
A pink hat tossed on a tree stump. Abby’s toy giraffe leaning drunkenly on a rock. The stone porch where Gavin drank his coffee every morning, bare-chested and half-asleep. Her life. Their life. She smiled and lowered the camera, her hand resting on her enormous pregnant belly. She would swear she wasn’t this big with Abby until the very end.
