Kneeling, he came to her, gathering her close to him in a way that she would be protected from the rough surface of the granite. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”
With near reverence, he kissed every inch of her body. Licking a path down her neck and grazing his teeth on her shoulder. She writhed in his arms as he teased a fiery trail to her breast, lingering to suck on the delicate nipple. “You’re so soft. So perfect.” He eased her down, kissing and licking his way to the apex of her thighs. “Open for me,” he whispered.
When she parted her legs, she could scarcely breathe as his lips and tongue worshiped the delicate folds of her femininity. Journey arched her back, gasping with ecstasy as he took her in his mouth and sucked. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled as an overwhelming flood of sensation washed over her. “Please, Reno. Please.”
Raising up, he took the packet and struggled to open it. After a few frustrating seconds, he managed to get the condom out. But getting it on was another matter.
“Let me help you.”
His hands were shaking when he turned the matter over to her. “Sorry. I can’t imagine you have any experience.”
“I’ve cloaked a banana before.”
“What?” he couldn’t help but laugh. “You did not.”
“I did. Fastest one in my sex education class.” Her hand still shook a bit as she drew the thin material over his hard, throbbing member. “I have to admit this feels different.”
“That’s okay. You’re going to feel good in a moment. I guarantee.”
She took him at his word as he found a place to sit on the rock and brought her over him. “This should work.”
Journey gasped, smiling, as she eased down on top of him. Her eyes glazed over and rolled back as she took him in. “Oh, you feel so good. Now, I know what I’ve been longing for.” As he began to move her on his body, she continued to whisper to him, “I would feel so empty. I ached for you.”
“I’m here, love. I’m here.” He buried his face between her breasts as she rode him. Behind her the moon shone brightly, but its beauty paled in contrast to hers. He groaned; his eyes drifting shut as he reveled in the way she made him feel. “You were truly made for me. No other. You fit me like a glove.”
Journey bit her bottom lip, her hand resting on his chest. Her body moved naturally, the rhythm so sweet. Up and down. Up and down. Then, she moved forward and back – gasping at how good it felt.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Reno encouraged her, his hands coming up to massage her breasts. He loved how her nipples felt against his palm. He also loved how she moaned and leaned into him. “You like that, don’t you?” She nodded yes and he felt like a king because he could make her feel good.
Soon, their pleasure reached the summit. Their breaths were coming fast as she ground against him, the inner walls of her sex pulsing around him, squeezing. “Oh, god.” He held her tight, his hips bucking up to meet her. “I love you. I love you much.”
Hearing his heated confession was all Journey needed to take the leap into the stars. Sailing through the night sky, her soul carried away on the wings of ecstasy. She held Reno close as he shook, his body quaking as he reached his peak and soared along with her. For long seconds they clung to one another, their body chilled as the evening breeze dried passion’s dew from their skin.
“We’re still here,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder. “I felt like we left the bounds of earth.”
He rubbed his face on the softness of her chest. “All the way to heaven and back.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The next morning, they rose early. Journey was preparing a frittata in the oven using potatoes, eggs, some Pico de Gallo, sausage, and cheese. She was trying to get up the nerve to take the pregnancy test. Reno hadn’t mentioned it yet and she was grateful he’d seemed to put it out of his mind – for a while at least.
“That smells amazing.” He came over to hug her as she rinsed off a few dishes in the sink.
“I think you’ll like it.”
“Boone has made something similar. He told me a Sicilian woman taught him how to make it back in New Orleans. He’ll probably make it for us soon. We won’t tell him yours is better.”
“Okay.”
As he held her, he happened to glance out the window. “Would you mind keeping it warm? I would love to go talk to Kota.”
“No problem.” She handed him a couple of pieces of toast. “Take your time. We’ll make it brunch.”
Journey didn’t mind. She did a few more things in the kitchen, then gathered their dirty clothes and towels to put on a load of laundry. Since Reno was outside, she decided to stake the dogs out on their long lines. There wasn’t much chance a predator coming around when there was so much activity. Dudley and Cleo bounced high at the prospect of getting a chance to run around a bit.
Myra’s plants seemed content, so she put off watering another day. There was a bit of dust accumulating on things, so she planned a cleaning session for the morrow. Just the thought of her aunt showing up and finding her house less than spotless gave Journey chills. In light of Reno’s presence, her aunt’s arrival would be traumatic enough without adding to the trouble with housekeeping issues.
The last chore she knocked out was packing up the last batch of oil orders to mail
