Her body trembled under his hands. She cameapart on top of him, her both writhing over his. Every inch shemoved rubbed their bodies together and even through their clothesit set his skin ablaze. His cock throbbed. His desire for herdemanded she be his. Now.
“Allison,” he ground out. “I need to takeyou. I need to make you mine. Please.”
She nodded her head and let out a slightwhimper.
That was all he needed. His hand reachedbetween them, already undoing his pants as he held her tight to hisbody and rolled them over. With one smooth move, he pushed her skirt up, freed his cock, and enteredher as she still quivered through her orgasm. Her channel milkedhim with each contraction, drawing him deeper inside. It felt soright to be inside her this way, he knew at that moment he’d reallybecome a man. And it was time to lay claim to what was his.
She lifted her hands above her, as though areflexive action, maybe one left over from her past. But he wasn’ttying her up. He wasn’t taking away her liberty. He grabbed herarms and placed them around his back. His wrapped his arms aroundher and squeezed her tight, holding her still from suchfoolishness. He needed to make her understand she had no need tofor escape. “Allison, you’re mine,” he rasped into her ear. “No oneelse will ever hurt you again. Ever.”
Chapter 22
HIS WORDS ECHOED through Allison’s body andshe flushed hot all over. Warmth spread from her ear down her bellyto where they were connected. For the first time, her legsunclenched allowing him unrestricted access to her womanhood. Sheopened to his fullness with a moan.
George’s slow thorough thrusts were a form ofmethodical madness. Every inch of him stretched and filled hergently, possessively. Above her, his heavy breaths fanned her lips.“Allison,” he groaned.
His secure arms surrounded her completely,allowing no room for bad memories to enter. For once she didn’thave to shove them aside, didn’t have to think. Even though she wastrapped by George—by his body, by his weight—she felt no fear.Strangely, what she felt was freedom. She relaxed into it andimmediately another orgasm built, this one stronger but morecomplete. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Theheat built, and she strained underhim until she could stand it no more. “George!”
She shrieked as she came, sinking into hisarms. Liquid gushed from her core. Above her, George roared. His back muscles clenched andunclenched as his hot seed spilled into her. They’d done it. They’dmade love in the traditional position. They were one.
She claimed his lips, wrapping her armsaround his muscular back. They held each other close through theaftershocks.
Crushed between his weight and the mattress,Allison heaved for breath. He went slack inside her. Her headcontinued to swim, relishing the moment. Slowly she floated backdown to earth and formed coherent thoughts.
George buried his face in her hair. “Did youenjoy that?” he breathed.
“Yes.” It was like his body spoke the samelanguage as her own.
“Good.” The word came out like a grunt. “Iwant you to be comfortable with me in that position.”
She ran her hand across his cheek. “I am,George.” She flashed him a playful smile. “How about we take turnsbeing on top?”
“That works for me.” He raised himself offher and she thought about protesting. Yes, it was hard to breathewith him on top of her, but it was painfully delightful.
He lay on his side and ran his thumb acrossher cheek. She loved the flush on his skin. Their wedding would betomorrow. They just had to get a license and find the justice ofthe peace.
George’s eyes danced, he looked like he couldbarely contain his glee. Her chest warmed knowing she’d made himthat happy.
“You’re the man I want to wake up next toevery morning.”
George beamed, her compliment adding to theafterglow he basked in. “We haven’t really discussed the future. Idon’t plan on living on thefarm.”
Allison giggled. “Good. That might be kind ofawkward, especially at night.” She traced his lips with herfinger.
“I was thinking about moving into town. Mr.Seever said he’d get me a good job that would even provide us witha place to live.”
Allison’s eyebrows jumped. “Oh. That soundsnice.”
“Really?”
Allison nodded. “I don’t care where we callhome or what job I have as long as I’m with you.” Fate was kind toher for once. She was lucky to have George by her side.
George wrapped a strong arm around hermiddle. His fierce protective streak sent excitement thrummingthrough her body.
“But I was wondering…”
“What? Are you going to run away again?Getting cold feet?”
“Of course not! I was just wondering … whydon’t you want to have children?”
George was silent for a long time. Allison’sheart constricted and her chest ached. Maybe she shouldn’t havebrought it up.
“The crying, the sleepless nights, the diaperchanging … I did that enough with David and Katie. I don’t want todo it anymore.”
Allison kissed George softly on the cheek.“We could adopt an older child. You wouldn’t have to worry aboutall that unpleasantness.”
“Well…” He gave her a lopsided smile. “Ihadn’t thought about that.”
Allison squeezed George’s hand. “Will youthink about it?”
“Yes, honey, I will think about it.”
Joy filled Allison with a sense of warmpeace. George had slain hernightmares. Nothing bad would happen to her now. Their love wouldbloom like a rose, bringing beauty to their lives.
Love and happiness … and maybe children.
Epilogue
Six months later
BOTH OF ALLISON’S hands cradled her belly. “Ifelt the baby kick.”
George put a palm gently on her swollenstomach. As soon as Allison told him she was pregnant he hadforgotten about not wanting to be a father. She had thought herwomb was barren all these years. It seemed like a miracle.
Allison smiled, her whole face glowing. “Ourlove brought us a baby, George.”
Grier must have been the one infertile. Theywere blessed to be starting a family, and Emma and Frederick wereboth thrilled. He took his hand off her stomach and moved it to hercheek, softly stroking her as he bent down to kiss her lips. “I’mhappy.”
“I better tend to supper before itburns.”
The room Mr. Seever had given them wasactually the
