Your Desire (19 page)

Shaking her head she said, “No, I’m fine.” She tried to kiss him again.

Leaning back, he gazed into her eyes. “I just thought maybe you needed to get off your feet.” He saw the moment his meaning dawned on her.

With a look of complete innocence she grazed her hand along his inner thigh until she caressed his raging hard-on. “Do you feel the need to get off your feet?”

“You know it.” The kiss he gave her was hard and fast. “Are you still on birth control?”

“I never was.”

“What?” His heart stopped as he recalled their making love without condoms.

She looked chagrined. “What was done was done. I wanted to be with you. There wasn’t any reason to add to your worries, and I would have dealt with anything that happened.”

He opened his mouth, but she answered the question before he asked. “As it turned out, nothing happened. I would have told you if it had, I promise.”

He could barely speak, he wanted her so. “You’re going to marry me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I want to marry you.”

Thank God!
“And children?” He whispered against her lips.

“Your children? Yes, I’d love to have children.”

It was as though a sun burst inside him, filling him with heat. “I do love you, Allison.”

With a smile more seductive than he’d seen on any other woman’s face, she murmured, “If I could only find someone to help me get out of this dress.”

His chuckle was low. “I can help you with that.” Reaching around, he untied the strap at the back of her neck then unzipped the lower bodice. The dress pooled in a soft rustle at her feet.

He drank in the sight of her.

“There’s so much more I want to know,” she said, “about you and about us.”

“Later, sweetheart. Right now I just want to enjoy the magic.”

She smiled as he lifted her and carried her to the kitchen table. In seconds he divested her of panties and hose. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head on her stomach and slipped his finger between her legs. She was wet and ready for him, which made him smile with wonder. He unzipped his trousers and released his cock, engorged and just as ready for her.

“It is magic,” he groaned, pushing into her, losing himself in the perfume of their mixed desire and the touch of her fingers. This was home, this was where he belonged.

“Yes, magic,” she whispered. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him down for a kiss. “I’ll never disbelieve again.”

* * * *

“Well, that turned out very nicely, indeed,” said Nigel as he matched two pieces of material and pinned them.

“How do you even know what happened?” asked Edwina. “You weren’t watching from the window.”

He spared her a brief smile. “That comes with age and experience. I could feel that they’d finally gotten together.”

Edwina twisted her hands and frowned.

He laid the material on the table in order to focus on his granddaughter. She looked younger than she had in weeks, in pigtails—purple and green, of course, but he was almost starting to enjoy her frequent color changes—and coveralls. “What’s wrong?”

She took a breath. “Gramps, they were … you know … doing it on the
table
. That’s so gross.”

Nigel chuckled and picked up the material again. “Yes, I suppose you’d see it that way. But you might not always. Love is strange sometimes, my dear.”

“Well, I hope the people in
Iowa
are a bit more discriminating,” she said, sounding so priggish Nigel had to laugh.

“One can always hope.”

The End

About the Authors:

Dee S. Knight hasn't led a dull life, she's led a lucky one. For instance, she was lucky enough to grow up in a military household where she got used to seeing lots of handsome men in uniform. Thus, at thirteen she was prepared when she met her future husband. He also grew up in a military family and then attended a military high school and college. Another handsome man in uniform-YES! Lucky
Dee!

For the past thirty years, as long distance truckers, teachers, computer trainers and consultants, she and her hubby have experienced many of their dreams and happily lived the adventure they call their life. Wanderlust strikes often, but fortunately they consider anywhere they're together, home. Yes, again. Very lucky, indeed.

Please visit
http://deesknight.com
to see what's currently going on in
Dee's world.

*

Francis Drake grew up the son of a Marine in the neighborhoods of
Atlanta,
Philadelphia,
Quantico, Boone, and
Virginia Beach. He attended a military high school and college, but didn’t follow in his father’s footsteps. Instead, at twenty-three, he married his high school sweetheart and they traversed forty-eight states and the western provinces of
Canada in an 18-wheeler. For eight years they traveled almost continually, hauling whatever freight they could find.

Now, as a software validation expert, Francis Drake moves from city to city, plying his trade in large and small corporations. Even all these years later, though, he still dreams of the open road and the feel of a big rig.

His favorite movie is
Paint Your Wagon
because of the words describing a permanent home in the song “Wand'rin' Star.” “Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to, which, with any luck will never come true.” Now, home is anywhere he and his wife are together.

Meet LSB authors at http://lsbooks.net

We invite you to visit Liquid Silver Books

http://lsbooks.com

for other exciting literary erotica romances.

Weekend Games—Chris Tanglen

Destiny's Magick—Rae Morgan

Love Lessons—Vanessa Hart

Portal—Sydney Morgann

Bittersweet—Louisa Trent

Business or Pleasure…or Both?—Rae Morgan and Jasmine Haynes

And many, many more!!