He got out of his clothes as quick as he could and lay back on the mattress. He grinned at his throbbing arousal. “See what I mean? You force me to do bad things against my will.” He crooked his finger. “Come to papa.”
Crawling slowly back on the bed, she slid her beautiful ,soft hands up the inside of his thighs and caressed him. “Bad? Shall we see?”
She yipped when he grabbed her and threw her on her back, pushed her legs apart, and entered her fast and hard. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Before she had a chance to utter a word he clamped his mouth hard on hers and slammed deeper. Again. Again. All thought of slowing down or prolonging their pleasure flew from his mind.
He was inside his woman, and he would have her like this, at least this one time. Ears ringing, blood pounding in his head, he gasped at her shuddering words when she said, “Harder, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Stop? There was no way he could stop. He raised his head so he could watch her face. With her eyes, she pleaded for more. He gave her more, and more. He shouted at his sudden, explosive release. Breath left his lungs, he slumped on her unable to move, gasping to breathe. Crushing her beneath his weight, he couldn’t summon the strength to move.
She wrapped her legs around him and stroked his back and bottom. “Oh, my, Dempsey. If I agree to marry you, will you do that again?”
“I’ll try my damndest, Danaher.” He went to push himself off her, but she held on. “Don’t you dare move, I want you right here for a while. I love to feel you, on me, in me.” She tightened around him, inside and out.
He groaned. “Am I dead?”
Marla dug her nails into his butt. “Feel that?”
He flinched. “Uh huh.”
“You’re not dead.”
He rolled over, clasping her on top of him, careful not to disengage. “That was close though.” He felt like falling to his knees, worshiping her, finding new ways to love her endlessly, thanking God she was born, and he’d found her. Tingling grew stronger down below, he grinned and growled.
They were finally forced to get up and take their baby out for a sniff and a pee, and then bring her back in bed with them to keep her from crying all night. They lay spooned, his arm and leg holding her prisoner, his hand resting on DD snuggled against Marla’s stomach. Maybe he wasn’t dead, but heaven couldn’t compete with this.
She whispered, “I have to ask you something.”
“Yeah?” A tiny jolt of alarm clogged his throat.
“Would you be mad if I didn’t change my name to Dempsey?”
“Will you be mad if I don’t change my name to Danaher?”
She elbowed him. “Go to sleep, you impossible man.”
“Ooh rah.”
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Patty Campbell took up writing for publication after her husband’s sudden death. It was her salvation. Kids grown and out of the house, she owned her own successful travel business and coffee bar. Life kept her busy but didn’t fill the gap left by his absence. A voracious and eclectic reader, she’s all about deep love, family and happy endings. And, oh yes—dogs.
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