He held her hips, thrust deep. “You liked that.”
“God, I love everything you do to me,” she admitted, in thrall, her body filled yet needing more. “I need you, Rand.”
“No more than I need you,” he whispered, leaning down, wrapping himself around her.
Her mind floated free, the tension rising, pushing her higher, the relentless stroke of his body, the heat of his skin, his male scent filling her head. “I don’t know what I’d do without you now.”
“You’re mine, baby. I’m yours.” His body covering her completely, he reached beneath to put his finger to her clitoris as he took her.
“I’m sorry,” she moaned. “I was so stupid. Oh God, oh God, Rand.” She could barely say the words; maybe she didn’t say them, only felt them.
“We’re together. We’re so good together.” He clenched one hand on her shoulder, a little pain, so much pleasure.
“Do me like this all the time, Rand. Want me like this. Need me like this.”
He was all around her, in her body, her mind, her heart.
“Always like this, baby.” Then he groaned, pulsed and throbbed inside her, his body slamming into hers one last time, holding fast, pushing, pressing, and they went under together.
Always together, from now on.
“I meant it,” he said moments later. Or minutes, or hours. They were seated in the chair, she on his lap, cradled in his arms. She didn’t remember exactly how they’d gotten that way or when he’d untied the scarves.
“What?” she murmured dreamily.
“We’re together. This isn’t casual. No more walking out when things get tough.”
She leaned her head back against his shoulder, stroking the line of his strong chin with her index finger as she held his gaze. “I was wrong about so many things. I’m not cut out for casual sex, or for keeping secrets from my boys. I want you in my life, I’ve told them, and I’m not running away again.”
“Long haul,” he whispered.
“Long haul,” she repeated.
“I’ve never wanted that before. But I want it with you.” He kissed her forehead. “How did Nathan take our being together?”
She laughed. “Like I said, you’ve been elevated to the status of cool. I don’t know what you did for him, but he’s like a different kid.”
“He just needed to solve a few issues for himself. Yesterday he did that, taking on Tom and Rick. He settled things with them.”
Tom and Rick. They must be the so-called friends. “I think you gave him a lot of help getting there.”
“I’d like to take credit. But he did it himself. We always think we need to tell them what to do, how to do it, force them to see the light as if somehow they aren’t capable of doing it on their own. But they are.” He stroked her hair. “You gave him the building blocks to figure out what to do, Rachel. You’ve raised an incredibly amazing young man.”
He was a good man, never self-aggrandizing, always sharing the credit, and his praise warmed her through. She burrowed into his chest, trying to make herself a part of him. “Gary gave me back the video card.”
“I never doubted for a minute that you’d win.”
But she would have knuckled under without Rand. He’d made her see the light. He was good for the boys. He was good for her. He was just plain good all around.
She tipped her head back against his shoulder again, looked up at him, smiled. “I brought it with me.”
“The video?”
She nodded slowly, then bit her lip, and finally said, “I think we should put it on your big-screen TV and watch it together.”
“Now?”
“Right now. And then”—she nuzzled his cheek—“you should do some naughty things to me.”
“Sweetheart, I’ll be doing very naughty things to you for a very long time to come.” He kissed her hard, lips, tongue, his whole body, stealing her breath, then he backed off just as quickly. “We were meant to be together from the moment I rescued your orange juice in the grocery store.”
She laughed. And she remembered that moment, when he’d awakened her like Prince Charming.
“It’s why Nathan was my student, not some other principal’s at some other high school. Because we’re all connected. We all needed each other. And I’m not letting you go.”
“I’m not letting you go.” Not ever. She traced his chin with her finger, breathed in her fill of him. It was finally time. “Let me tell you about this really hot fantasy I’ve had for a very long time,” she said softly, using his words. “I should have told you weeks ago. Because there’s a story behind it.” She should have trusted him to understand how it had affected her. She trusted him now, completely, with everything. “It’s about a massage…”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
With a bachelor’s degree in accounting from Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo, Jasmine Haynes has worked in the high-tech Silicon Valley for the last twenty years and hasn’t met a boring accountant yet! Okay, maybe a few. She and her husband live with numerous wild cats, one of whom has now moved into the house. Jasmine’s pastimes, when not writing, are speed-walking in the Redwoods, watching classic movies, and hanging out with writer friends in coffee shops. She is the author of classy erotic romance and the popular Max Starr paranormal romance mystery series, and also writes quirky laugh-out-loud romances as Jennifer Skully. Visit her at jasminehaynes.com and jasmine haynes.blogspot.com.
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