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And home had never felt so good.
“Together,” she said.
Gage put a hand beneath her head, the other splayed on her butt, and his arms tightened. When they were so close air couldn’t even slide between them, only then, did he begin to move.
Darcy’s body matched his rhythm as if they’d done this a thousand times in the past. And maybe they had, in dreams. Gage didn’t kiss her, didn’t speak, just locked on her gaze and never looked away.
The connection was immediate and intense, and every nerve ending in her body reached out for him. Every seed of hope she’d buried over the years came back to life and wrapped around them. Took them higher until there wasn’t anything there except them—and the amazing, wonderful, and infinite possibilities.
They were moving in harmony, completely in sync and together. Gage was stroking a fire in her belly and forever in her heart. Every thrust brought them closer. To what, she wasn’t sure, but it felt all encompassing. And she wanted to get there.
With him.
“Gage,” she said, feeling the tears form, but not understanding why she was crying.
“I got you,” he said. “Just let go and I’ll be right there with you. I promise.”
Darcy’s body tightened, coiling harder and harder, and when she couldn’t hold on a second longer, she burst from the delicious pressure. Hard and fast—and Gage was right there like he promised, taking her as high as she could fly, and cradling her when she came tumbling back down.
Darcy clung to him, her face pressed into his neck, her arms so tight around him they were shaking. Her whole body was shaking. She was relieved to realize, so was his.
Gage was holding her as if promising to never let go. Which was okay with her, because there was no other place she’d rather be than in his arms.
And in his heart.
Chapter 13
The sun was still high when Gage arrived at the Belle Mont House, with a tool belt around his waist and a cold six pack of Stout handcrafted cream soda—as per request.
Tomorrow was the 100thannual Heirloom Bloomers Tea, and he’d offered to help set up all the custom made easels. In exchange, Darcy had offered to make him dinner. Since tonight was his family dinner at the Eastons, she suggested they move Finger Food Friday to Saturday Sandwich Sit-down.
He’d been looking forward to it all week. The chance to spend time with his girls, around the kitchen table, was what he’d been hoping for all along. That Darcy had been sweet enough to move her schedule around so he wouldn’t be in a position where he had to choose, spoke volumes about her heart.
“Tell me it’s cold,” Darcy asked, wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.
She stood in the middle of the rose garden in a pair of white snug shorts, a big straw hat, and gardening gloves. Her top was where things got interesting. It was tight and a light yellow that—look at that—turned translucent in the sun. Which meant that he could see clear through to the bra she wore beneath. Also a light yellow. And lace. Designed to cover right above the nipples and drive men bat shit crazy.
Darcy had been fighting with a weed when he drove up, and apparently the weed had won. Because she was sweaty, dirty, and sexy as hell.
“Right out of the fridge at the bar.” He held up the six-pack and dangled it like bait.
He was baiting her all right. A gentleman would have walked it over, but then a gentleman wouldn’t get to watch those hips swish back and forth as they made their way across the brick walkway.
“My hero,” she said with a secret smile just for him. “I’ve been dreaming about this for hours.”
His eyes raked over her. “Want to know what I’ve been dreaming about?”
She grabbed a bottle and twisted off the lid. “Incoming.”
Gage turned, just as Kylie came racing across the field. Dressed in a pair of overalls, a doggy shirt, and one of Darcy’s hats, she looked like a mini-Heirloom Bloomer.
“Uncle Gage,” she hollered, flinging herself in his arms.
He’d barely had time to set down the cream soda and catch her. “Hey, Tiny. I missed you.”
“Me too!” She wrapped him up in a hug that knocked her hat right off, and knocked all of the stress right out of his week. “Did Mommy tell you?” She looked at Darcy. “Did you tell him about the fishing trip?”
Darcy grinned. “I was going to let you do that.”
