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down on top of her.
I was careful not to lower my entire weight onto her, but I had to feel her under me and kiss her breathless mouth. She was so delicate, so soft and vulnerable. I couldn’t believe someone would open herself to me so completely, but every time we made love, I was amazed once again how she gave herself entirely.
I traced a line from her temple to her chin, her eyes still closed. She couldn’t ever know what she meant to me—what losing her now would do to me.
And she’d agreed to be my wife.
Now that it was settled and I’d asked and she’d accepted, I knew the reason I’d put off asking, and it had nothing to do with giving her time. It was my own fear and insecurity that she’d say no.
I knew she loved me, but promising me the rest of her life was a whole different story. I came with baggage. With issues—so many issues. She took them all in stride and with grace, but would she tire of it?
I had to get better—be better—for her. I wanted to be the best husband she could ever imagine. The thought panicked me. Could I do it?
I shifted and Rachael opened her eyes. “Where are you going?” She grabbed my hips to keep me top of her. “Stay inside me.”
Chuckling, I kissed her forehead. “Trust me, if I could have myself surgically attached, I’d do it.”
I smoothed her eyebrow and kissed her, reveling in her soft, warm lips parting for me, her tongue seeking mine, her quiet moan.
I let my lips stray to the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, and down her neck. “The only place you’re ever going to be is with me.”
She grasped my face in her hands and ran the tip of her nose down the bridge of mine. “And you with me.”
“I already told you, I’d be surgically attached if I could.” I thrust my hips, proving my point.
Rachael inhaled deeply and smiled. “Mmm. Again, my handsome fiancé?” She spread her legs wider, wrapping them around my waist.
I ground my hips against hers. “Again. And again and again. A lifetime of
again
s.” I took her hands, kissed her ring, and pinned her arms over her head. “Now it’s my turn to be on top.”
She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips up to meet mine. “Bring it on, Mr. Rocha. You know I can take anything you dish out.”
“Can you?” I grinned, knowing she could. There wasn’t a more perfect woman for me on earth.
“Try me,” she said, arching into me, egging me on.
I let her hands go and slipped my arms around her, lowering into her and rocking gently. Making slow, sweet love to her was all I wanted.
She giggled softly in my ear. “I love you, Merrick.”
“You must, and that makes me the luckiest man in the world.” I lowered my forehead against hers and closed my eyes, letting the scent of her warm skin and our coming together fill me. “I love you, too, Rachael.”
Fourteen
Rachael
P risms of light reflected off my diamond and shot rainbows through my glass of water. I admired the swirling colors before picking up the sweating glass and taking a deep drink.
It was nearly noon and an unseasonably hot day for fall, making me wish I’d brought something lightweight to wear. A few stray grapes lay on a plate beside the remnants of cheese and crusty bread that Mama Renault had brought out for us for a midmorning snack. I had a feeling I’d turn into a grape before leaving the inn, I’d eaten so many.
Merrick had disappeared with the Renaults’ son, Paul, into the cockeyed stone barn that Mama had assured me was safe and not about to fall down around them despite its decrepit appearance. That was over an hour ago.
I was just about to get up and go inside when a high-pitched whine overlapped by a deep-chested rumble drew my attention to the barn. The double doors where shoved open by Paul and out rode Merrick on an ancient, dark green and black motorcycle. Both men were grinning ear to ear.
Merrick turned and gunned the engine, taking off like a bullet down the dirt path that led
I was careful not to lower my entire weight onto her, but I had to feel her under me and kiss her breathless mouth. She was so delicate, so soft and vulnerable. I couldn’t believe someone would open herself to me so completely, but every time we made love, I was amazed once again how she gave herself entirely.
I traced a line from her temple to her chin, her eyes still closed. She couldn’t ever know what she meant to me—what losing her now would do to me.
And she’d agreed to be my wife.
Now that it was settled and I’d asked and she’d accepted, I knew the reason I’d put off asking, and it had nothing to do with giving her time. It was my own fear and insecurity that she’d say no.
I knew she loved me, but promising me the rest of her life was a whole different story. I came with baggage. With issues—so many issues. She took them all in stride and with grace, but would she tire of it?
I had to get better—be better—for her. I wanted to be the best husband she could ever imagine. The thought panicked me. Could I do it?
I shifted and Rachael opened her eyes. “Where are you going?” She grabbed my hips to keep me top of her. “Stay inside me.”
Chuckling, I kissed her forehead. “Trust me, if I could have myself surgically attached, I’d do it.”
I smoothed her eyebrow and kissed her, reveling in her soft, warm lips parting for me, her tongue seeking mine, her quiet moan.
I let my lips stray to the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, and down her neck. “The only place you’re ever going to be is with me.”
She grasped my face in her hands and ran the tip of her nose down the bridge of mine. “And you with me.”
“I already told you, I’d be surgically attached if I could.” I thrust my hips, proving my point.
Rachael inhaled deeply and smiled. “Mmm. Again, my handsome fiancé?” She spread her legs wider, wrapping them around my waist.
I ground my hips against hers. “Again. And again and again. A lifetime of
again
s.” I took her hands, kissed her ring, and pinned her arms over her head. “Now it’s my turn to be on top.”
She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips up to meet mine. “Bring it on, Mr. Rocha. You know I can take anything you dish out.”
“Can you?” I grinned, knowing she could. There wasn’t a more perfect woman for me on earth.
“Try me,” she said, arching into me, egging me on.
I let her hands go and slipped my arms around her, lowering into her and rocking gently. Making slow, sweet love to her was all I wanted.
She giggled softly in my ear. “I love you, Merrick.”
“You must, and that makes me the luckiest man in the world.” I lowered my forehead against hers and closed my eyes, letting the scent of her warm skin and our coming together fill me. “I love you, too, Rachael.”
Fourteen
Rachael
P risms of light reflected off my diamond and shot rainbows through my glass of water. I admired the swirling colors before picking up the sweating glass and taking a deep drink.
It was nearly noon and an unseasonably hot day for fall, making me wish I’d brought something lightweight to wear. A few stray grapes lay on a plate beside the remnants of cheese and crusty bread that Mama Renault had brought out for us for a midmorning snack. I had a feeling I’d turn into a grape before leaving the inn, I’d eaten so many.
Merrick had disappeared with the Renaults’ son, Paul, into the cockeyed stone barn that Mama had assured me was safe and not about to fall down around them despite its decrepit appearance. That was over an hour ago.
I was just about to get up and go inside when a high-pitched whine overlapped by a deep-chested rumble drew my attention to the barn. The double doors where shoved open by Paul and out rode Merrick on an ancient, dark green and black motorcycle. Both men were grinning ear to ear.
Merrick turned and gunned the engine, taking off like a bullet down the dirt path that led
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