Sweet Anger(65)

“An expensive one. Two entrées, double dessert.”

“All right,” he sighed. “But before I let you up, I want to see if I’ve missed anything.”

He pulled his eyeglasses from her nose and put them on. When he glanced down her body, his jaw fell open and his eyes rounded as though in great surprise. He was staring at her breasts. “You’ve got two of them!?” he exclaimed.

Kari collapsed with laughter.

* * *

His tongue painted lazy circles up the insides of her thighs. “Hunter,” she sighed his name, her breath disturbing the soft hair on his belly. “This is decadent and depraved.”

“It certainly is.” His lips were totally uninhibited.

“You admit it?” Her words came out in breathy gusts. Her fingers made deep impressions on the muscles of his back as they clenched reflexively.

“I’ll admit to loving you.”

“Oh, God.” He kissed her with profound intimacy. “I’m going to die from your loving.”

“No, you’re not. You’re about to be reborn.”

His tongue was devilish and darting, sensuous and slow, unbridled and unashamed. Rolling her head from side to side over the furred warmth of his middle, she strangled out soft ecstatic cries as waves of pleasure surged through her.

But even that wasn’t enough of a release. He repositioned them and lay above her. Her arms went around his neck in welcome. When he entered her, her body closed around him like the petals of some exotic flower.

“I’m shameless with you.” He began to move within her. She covered the taut perfection of his buttocks with her hands and pressed him deeper.

“There should never be any shame between two people who love each other.”

“It’s not shameful to while away hours doing nothing but this?”

“What else are rainy afternoons during vacations good for?” He barely got the words out before their passions simultaneously erupted.

Later they watched the incessant downpour from the warmth of the bed. Heavy drops clung to the eaves like jewels from a chandelier. Silver rivulets coursed down the windows. She lay curled against him, her back to his front. Their legs were tangled beneath the covers. His arms were around her and his chin was hooked over her shoulder.

“Kari?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m truly sorry about the baby you lost.”

She lay perfectly still. It surprised her that he would bring up such a touchy subject now. But she didn’t need to look at him to verify his sincerity. His voice was full of it.

“I know you are. I am, too. Very sorry.”

“You don’t still blame me, do you?”

“No. Of course not. You were just a convenient scapegoat for my anguish.”

His fingers thrummed her lower abdomen. “You’ll have a baby some day. Maybe more than one.”

She smiled, but her voice was sad. “Maybe.”

His hand became still. “There was no permanent damage done, was there? I mean, there’s nothing to keep you from having more children?”

She drew his hand back and pressed it flat against her. “No.”

The sudden relaxing of his muscles gave away his relief, both that she could have another child and that they could discuss her miscarriage openly and without rancor. “You’ll have a baby,” he said firmly.

She laughed softly. “You sound certain of that. It takes two you know. Are you volunteering for the job?”

His lips found her ear beneath a clump of blond curls. “Always willing to oblige, ma’am.”

And he was. Right then.

He pressed her back against him and entered her. His fingers trailed down her belly, sifted through the thick cluster of tawny curls, then moved between her thighs. He caressed her from without, even as he reached higher and higher within, stroking her toward oblivion with each sustained thrust of his manhood.

After they had climbed to the summit and glided back down, she lay panting in sweet exhaustion. Her body glistened with a sheen of perspiration and shuddered with delicious aftershocks. She rolled over to face him. He looked sexy in the most literal way, with his eyes drowsy, his mouth curved in a satisfied smile, and his hair clinging damply to his forehead.

She was awed by the emotions that inundated her. “Why did it take me so long to know that I loved you?”

“I’m just glad you know it now.”

“Hunter, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She laid her cheek on his chest. He sank his hands into her hair and held her fast.


Pinkie looked down at the bowl set before him with undisguised distaste. “What the hell is that?”

“That,” Bonnie said sharply, “is breakfast.”