Coming Attractions (22 page)

He kissed her tenderly
then and she returned his affection with gentle certainty. Together, they sat
on the veranda steps as Love Cat appeared and curled, purring around their
legs. While they acclimatized to the new status quo, they
started charting out the possibilities for their new life
together, content to share and imagine and argue and build their castles in the
air.

Except those castles
would soon be reality, Cara thought happily, squeezing his hand and accepting
another reserved kiss from his luscious lips.

“You
know, I did leave one bed in the place,” he told her mischievously.

Her
pulse skipped. She licked her lips and smiled at him with seductively witchy
eyes.

“The
oriental mahogany? The Arabian fantasy?”

“Which
one do you think?”

At
once, she knew it was the white wrought iron number with the plain yellow
doona. Despite all their dream spinning and wishes, it seemed important that
they start this life together stripped of fiction and pretense.

“Why
don’t you show me?” she purred, thinking that it really didn’t matter which bed
he had saved, only that it was close by and ready for them because she wanted
him badly and figured the gravel driveway would be rough on her skin.

He
took her hand, helped her to her feet, and walked her inside to the whitewashed
room with the yellow doona. Her mind registered the small white velvet jeweler’s
box on the nightstand and her heart leapt. But his hand was on her breast, his
mouth was trailing along her jaw, the heat of him was driving her wild, and she
wanted to touch him everywhere all at once.

Their
loving was wild and tender, passionate and touching, filled with everything they
felt, all they hoped, and their heartfelt promises to one another.
Love. Only you. Eternity.

The End

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