Luc shoved a second finger deep inside of her as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. The combined caresses had her twisting and thrashing, her fingers and toes curling, her entire body straining until the tension snapped and pleasure rolled over her in wave after wave of heated sensation.
He barely let her catch her breath before continuing his assault. He lapped at her engorged nipples while teasing her clit with his thumb. She quickly succumbed to a second, mind-boggling orgasm, screaming and trembling.
Collapsing together in a heap, they lay still for several long minutes, enjoying the incredibly intimacy. The carpet was rough against her skin, so Luc pulled her on top of him, cushioning her with his big body. She settled on his hard form, resting her cheek against his chest and fitting her soft curves against his hard-ones in contentment. Arms and legs tangled.
Exhausted, Deidre relaxed as her breathing settled into a more normal routine. Luc gently stroked her back with both hands, lulling her with his touch. Cocooned in intimacy, she was just dozing off when he unexpectedly started sharing his heart.
“I’ve had a little revelation over the past few weeks.”
The depth and gravity of his tone alerted her to the fact that he was about to give her a rare glimpse of his true concerns. She held her breath, listening intently, not wanting to do anything that would discourage him from opening up to her.
When he didn’t immediately continue, she asked: “What sort of revelation?”
“I know we always say we’re total opposites, but I realized how much alike we really are.”
She mulled that over for a minute. Their likes and dislikes were so diverse that she didn’t know how he could make such a declaration.
“Okay, explain.”
“Well, I’m a sheriff.” He teased her with the obvious while nibbling on her ear. “I have a demanding career with a lot of people dependin’ on me. They make big demands on my time and you get frustrated.”
Deidre nodded, but didn’t comment.
“Now you, you’re a writer. You have readers dependin’ on you in a similar fashion. Their needs require a lot of time and attention, and I get a little jealous of your dedication.”
Put that way, she had to agree. She’d never made the comparison before, but their careers did share those similarities.
“When we got married, I jus’ figured you’d adjust your life to fit mine. Arrogant, non?” he teased.
“Arrogant, yes!”
“Arrogant,” he repeated, “but I neglected to adjust to the demands of your career. I guess I jus’ planned on you fittin’ your lifestyle to mine instead of the other way ‘round.”
“Marriage is a two way street and you were hogging the road?”
Luc’s husky laughter tickled her neck and seduced her heart.
“Yeah, I guess that’s what I meant. I’m sorry for not respectin’ you more as an individual. For not respectin’ who you are instead of who I thought you should be.”
Deidre lifted her head and looked into the beautiful depths of his eyes. “And do you like who I am, Luc?” The question nearly choked her, but she needed to hear the words.“ Do you really like and respect me? Or do you wish I could be more of a dream wife?”
He grasped her head between his hands and gazed at her with passionate intensity. “I don’ jus’ like you, Sugar Dee. I love you. With all my heart and soul. No matter what the future brings, that won’ change. I want you to know that. If you love me the same way, then we’re smart enough and honest enough to work out all the other problems.”
“Oh, Luc! I believe that, too, with all my heart! I love you so much. I want you to be as proud and pleased with me as I am with you. I want us to be more open about our wants and needs. I know it’s hard sometimes, but these last couple days have been incredible. I feel like we’re learning to communicate about the things that matter most in our lives.”
“Me, too, mon ange.”
Deidre brushed a strand of his inky hair from his brow, and then cupped the side of his head in her palm.
“I know you think I’ve been a snob for not getting out and socializing more. I never seemed to find the words to explain that my reluctance is due to my own insecurities, not due to any fault of your neighbors. I’ve never been much of an extrovert, but I talked to Sarah about working a few hours a week at the library. It might not be so hard for me to interact with people when I’m surrounded by books. It’s a subject I love and I can discuss without feeling inept.”
Luc closed his eyes and hugged her tightly, then settled his mouth on her lips. They shared a slow, deep kiss, sealing their renewed vows of commitment.
“’Til death,’” she whispered.
“’Til death,’“ he agreed.
Then he gave her a rakish grin. In a typical male reaction to intensely emotional discussion, he resorted to teasing. “Woman, you need a bath.”
She laughed happily. “Do I smell like the town whore?”
“My whore,” he corrected, his tone soft with awe and admiration. “You’re every man’s dream: a beautiful, sophisticated lady in public and a wildcat in bed.”
“You don’t think I’m too modest and inhibited?”
“Mais, non. Those nasty inhibitions of yours jus’ keep meltin’ away.”
“They do, don’t they? Like with my new outfit and my game on the pier.”
He groaned and bucked his hips so she could feel his swelling hard-on.
“Not again,” she complained, laughing softly.
He dropped his mouth close to her ear. “It’s your fault, mon amour. You keep me hard and horny. I’m jus’ a poor Cajun boy enslaved by my own desire.”
Deidre laughed out loud. Both at his mocking phase and the idea of Luc Boudreaux being anyone’s slave. Although the idea of shackling him did hold great appeal. She’d save that game for another time.
Grasping his face, she dragged his head down for a long, hard kiss. When she plunged her tongue into his mouth, he sucked it greedily. And with every deep draw of his mouth, she felt his cock grow more rigid and demanding.
“You taste of me,” he mumbled against her lips.
“That’s not too surprising.”
“Shame to waste all those little fellows,” he insisted.
Laughing happily, she drew back and locked gazes with him. His eyes sparkled with mischief and just a touch of wistfulness. Her heart swelled with a love. “I’ve been thinking about all that waste,” she said, brushing her thumb over his lips.
Luc’s eyelids dropped, narrowing his gaze. His breathing stilled, but his tone remained low and calm. “Have you now?”
“I have.”
“To what conclusion?”
“I’ve concluded that maybe it’s time we put the little guys to work creating a family.”
He closed his eyes again, his chest expanding on a moan. This time she knew it was powerful emotion triggering his reaction. When he opened his eyes, they glistened with tears. The sheer beauty staggered her breathing.
His tone was gruff. “You’re sure?”
“Very sure.”
Luc threw back his head and let out a roar of elation. Then he rose and swept her into his arms. Deidre wrapped her arms around his neck, her laughter mating with his.
“Where we goin’, big guy?”
“I’m gonna treat you to the most amazing shower you’ve ever had,” he swore.
“You’ll have to go some to top last night’s. I don’t know if any more pleasure would be legal in Tyler Parish.”
“You challengin’ my authority and knowledge of the law, Sugar Dee?”
Deidre just shook her head, loving him with all her heart and soul. “I wouldn’t dream of challenging you, Sheriff.”
THE END
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