FOREVER MINE(48)

He turned around when he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and almost stumbled speechless, barely able to catch his breath. She was wearing a nightgown so sheer it almost seemed invisible. He felt every part of him beginning to throb with a need he was becoming familiar with.

Feeling a degree of heat suffuse him, he held out his hand and she crossed the room and gave him her hand. His grip was strong. It was firm. It was for her. Some unnamed emotion touched him, had every nerve in his body fluttering. He bent and lifted her into his arms, and immediately headed straight for their bed.

He had looked forward to this day. He had looked forward to this night. It had been a while since he’d given so much of himself to a woman but he wanted to give everything that was him to Rose.

As soon as they touched the bed, he kissed her with a thoroughness that he felt in every nerve of his body, and at the same time opened up his senses to total awareness, a full scope of sensations he hadn’t ever felt before. With his lips still connected to hers, he managed to pull off his bathrobe which left him completely naked, and he intended for her to be in the same nude state.

Drawing away from her, he bent and began removing her almost-invisible gown and watched how it caressed her soft skin in the process. He looked deep into Rose’s eyes and saw the intense desire embedded in them; the same degree of desire he knew she had to be able to see in his. He lowered the gown past her waist and saw the fullness of her breasts. They were breasts he had held in his hands, tasted in his mouth. The thought of doing both again had his pulse beating wildly.

She lifted her hips when he tugged the nightie off the rest of her body and he drew in a shaky breath; a breath he barely had. She was completely naked, and staring at the essence of her femininity, the mainstay of his desire, made a shiver of sexual longing grip him with a tightness that mesmerized every single part of him. He had heard of women getting a Brazilian wax but had never seen first hand how one looked. Now he was getting an eye full and he liked what he saw. It gave him the ability to see this part of her in its entirety. There was nothing hidden from his view. This special part of her was openly exposed for him to see.

His forced his gaze to move slowly from the area between her legs to her thighs, the curves of her body and her long limbs – first one leg and then the other. He tossed the gown aside at the same time he reached out to touch her, needing his hand on her. He skimmed his hand up one leg and when he got a few inches from her feminine mound he heard the way her breathing had changed. He ran his hand over the smooth, clean surface, liking the way it felt.

Deciding he wanted to taste her all over, he bent his knee on the bed, drew her to him and began working on her mouth, taking it with a hunger that even astounded him, while at the same time his hands were toying with the area between her legs, to get her wet and ready for him. When he heard her moan he deepened the kiss, needing to brand every area of her that he tasted, and she was kissing him back with a voraciousness that he appreciated.

And then he slowly withdrew and kissed a path pass her neck and shoulders, his mouth settled in on her breasts. He heard the whimper that escaped her lips when his mouth settled on a taut nipple, drawing it into his mouth to lave it with his tongue, lap circles around it, suck on it with a greediness he felt all the way to the bone. His fingers that were toying with her down below felt the dewy essence of her desire, and her scent, potent and hot, filled his nostrils; made him eager to taste her there.

Not capable of holding off any longer from getting what he truly wanted, he drew back and shifted his body to start kissing a trail down her stomach, taking the time to trace a hot circle with the tip of his tongue around her navel. And then he began nibbling his way downward, feeling the flex of her stomach beneath his mouth. He inhaled the sensuous scent her body was emitting.

With steady hands he grasped hold on her hips, licked his lips and lowered his mouth to the very essence of her. It seemed her legs automatically parted for him to provide better access, and angling his tongue just where he wanted it to be, he surged inside of her.

“Oh!” She grasped, then gripped the sides of his head and held to it tight, as if trying to keep his head in a fixed position. But he had no intention of going anywhere until he had gotten his fill, which may be for some time. Her taste was unique, it was potent, and it was driving him wild. He began to snack on her with an obsession and entice her with all out greed.

He lifted her hips to place her legs across his shoulders as his tongue continued to take her relentlessly. He felt her call out to him, heard her breath get caught on a sob just seconds before her body began shuddering, almost uncontrollably beneath his mouth. He curved his hands along her hips and plunged his tongue deeper, needing to absorb the sweet essence of her.

Moments later, he drew away and waited for less than a heartbeat before positioning his body in place over hers. She opened her eyes and then he kissed her long and hard when at the same time he thrust into her body, all the way to the hilt. He pulled back and gazed down at her knowing this was the cultivating moment when they became one – in body and in soul.

His body went still, the impact of their joining rendering him in a state he had never been before. A state of acceptance. A state of extreme satisfaction. For a moment he puzzled over how that could be. But then when she reached up and caressed the side of his face with her fingertips, the reason didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that they were here, together, and he was deeply embedded inside of her.

He began moving, slowly thrusting in and out and wanting her more and more with each deep stroke. He felt her body move, her willingness to respond, and together they began a rhythm that was perfect. It was one that was completely right.

And then he was struck with a sensation that made him scream her name as sharp talons of desire cut into him, made him explode inside of her, shoot his hot seed into her womb. There was no way she could not have felt it.

And then she began shuddering to a degree that literally rocked him to the core of his being. Her fingernails bit into his shoulder blades but he didn’t mind. Pain and passion often worked hand and hand.

And as the bliss of ecstasy surrounded them, bathed them in pleasure of the most intense kind, he held on to his wife, someone who was now an important part of his life and when he leaned down and captured her lips with his, he knew this night would only serve as the beginning.





Ten




The next few weeks seemed to move rather swiftly for Rose and Parnell. She would be the first to admit she was falling more and more in love with her husband with each passing day. Although she was well aware that he didn’t love her, he treated her with the utmost care and respect and she couldn’t ask for a more dedicated man in her life. She knew he still considered their marriage as one of friendship and tried not to think about it or let it bother her. To her, he was still the epitome of something wonderful and that was enough. She figured that some women were not as fortunate or blessed so she couldn’t complain.

She enjoyed being there when he left in the morning and meeting him at the door when he returned in the afternoon. She enjoyed the time she spent with the girls each day, and joining him to tuck them in bed each night. Her heart would sing out with happiness each and every time the girls called her “Mommy” and when the four of them sat together in church as a family, she knew she had a lot to be thankful for.

Above all, she liked knowing she was a permanent fixture in the Cabot’s household and was not worried that he could come home one day and say things were over between them and he wanted her to leave like Mark had done.

And at night when she went into Parnell’s arms she did so with the happiness in her heart knowing she was sharing herself with the man she loved. Each night she went to sleep feeling breathless, totally satisfied and knowing he was there, near, while she slept in his arms. She would eagerly await the darkness of the evening when the girls feel asleep.

Like now.

She glanced over at him when he entered the bedroom. She studied his face that was outlined by the moonlight coming in through the window. Her two favorite times with him – other than when they were making love – were the mornings before he left for work when they shared an early breakfast together; and now, when he would come to bed and share with her details of his day’s activities. She had visited the site a few times during the day with the girls when they had joined him for lunch and had seen just how the ski resort was coming together. Just like he’d said, there was no doubt in her mind that it would outshine even the likes of the Vail ski resort.

“Gabe just called,” he said, sliding into bed beside her and automatically pulling her into his arms just to hold her for now while they talked. “Forecasters are predicting a blizzard tomorrow so he’s having his secretary notify the guys to stay in.”

He smiled over at her. “That means that I’ll probably be underfoot for the next couple of days. What do you think of that?”

She smiled up at him. “I think it’s wonderful. The girls and I love having you underfoot.”

“Do you?”

“Yes?”

“Prove it.”

Reaching over, she cupped his face in the palm of her hand and drew his head closer to hers. She had no problem proving anything to him. He was the recipient of all her desire, love, and passion; especially her love.