Chapter Twenty-Four #2
‘Ren,’ she rasped, her voice sounding raw.
She swivelled her hips, pushing into mine.
My palms glided over her hips and arse. I grazed a thumb over her nipples, making her arch for me.
It was as if every moment spent hiking, talking, and just existing that day had been wasted time.
Time I hadn’t been inside her, time I hadn’t heard her moans.
‘God, you’re so beautiful,’ I murmured into her neck. ‘You drove me insane today – bending over to tie your boots like that, knowing damn well I was right behind you.’ I gave a gentle bite to her neck. ‘I wanted to drag you behind that stone church and have my way with you.’
She gasped, then chuckled. ‘Blasphemous. Bed,’ she panted. ‘Now.’
I obliged, carrying her through a small sitting room into the main bedroom.
‘Later, we’ll talk about how insane this suite is.’ She laughed breathily. ‘But right now, I need you.’
I grinned as I pressed her into the bed and stepped back, pulling my T-shirt over my head. I went to climb on the bed, eager to feel Lydia’s lips on me again, but she planted a palm on my chest.
‘Jeans too.’
I smiled, shaking my head and unbuttoning my jeans. ‘You have no idea how hot you are.’
She cocked an eyebrow. ‘How do you know I don’t?’
She peeled off her own top, revealing a bright pink lace bra, making my nails dig into my palms.
‘Are they a matching set, Lydia?’ My voice was low, teasing, as I took in the sight of her. I was down to my boxers now, so my hands slid to the waistband of her jeans, undoing the button, dragging them down her legs – just enough to see the matching pink thong underneath.
Fuck.
I planted a slow, deliberate kiss over the thin fabric covering her, feeling her body twitch under me.
‘Did you wear these for me?’
‘Maybe,’ she breathed, shifting under my touch.
I kissed lower, right over the lace, swiping my tongue just enough to make her gasp.
‘Ren.’ She huffed, wriggling to kick off her jeans. ‘Stop playing.’
I smirked against her, my hands sliding up to her bra straps, pulling them down just enough to palm her breasts, my thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples.
‘Tell me you wore them for me,’ I murmured against her heat, pressing down with my tongue again. ‘Say it and I’ll take them off.’
Her blue eyes flashed – a challenge. I grinned. She loved this game as much as I did. Another slow lick, another stuttered breath. She held out for a little longer, grinding herself into my face until she couldn’t take any more.
‘Fine.’ Her voice was breathless, desperate. ‘Yes. I bought them for you. I wore them for you.’
Triumph burned hot in my chest. I stepped back just enough to take her in, my grin slow and satisfied.
I helped her shuck off her jeans, throwing them to the corner of the room, and I lay on the bed, pulling her on top of me.
We kissed for a little while longer, until the roll of Lydia’s hips was too much to bear, and she took me out of my boxers, tugging me until I grabbed her wrist. It was too much, and she knew from one glance.
‘I don’t need any foreplay,’ she said huskily. ‘I want you now.’
I watched as she pulled down my boxers and straddled me, and I watched in lust-addled fascination as she pulled her thong to the side and guided me to her entrance.
My fist came to my mouth, the other dug into her hip as she lowered herself on to me, making both of us moan.
I let her lead when she was fully seated, rolling her hips.
She felt so tight, so warm. I undid her bra and palmed her breasts, her head falling back.
‘That’s it. Ride me,’ I said as I raised my hips to meet each move in her hips. ‘God, you feel like heaven.’
‘Ren,’ she panted as I circled her clit, making her movements choppy. ‘I think I’m close.’
A few moments later, she clenched around me.
‘Come for me, gorgeous girl.’
I kept my pressure on her clit, until she fell forward, coming, and I thrust upwards through the waves of her orgasm.
She clenched around me, and I couldn’t take it any more.
I shifted us so that I was on top, so that I could see her beautiful face.
Our mouths met, wet and messy. I came deep inside her, jerking and moaning.
I was still panting when I shifted us on to our sides, so that I was not weighing her down but was still touching her.
I touched her face, kissed her cheeks and neck.
‘I can’t get enough of you, I swear,’ I murmured into her skin. I pressed a kiss to her temple, my heart pounding stupidly fast. The words slipped out before I could stop them.
‘We should do it, you know.’
She shifted to meet my gaze, sleepy but curious. ‘Do what?’
‘Everly Heath Farm,’ I said into her hair.
‘We could go to Liam and see if he could be persuaded. We could renovate the site together – find a little nook or apartment for ourselves. Or there’s that cottage tucked away down the bottom of the farm.
It’s probably a bit too far away to convert it for visitors anyway.
It’s overgrown, but it’s got good bones. ’
I felt her breath hitch against my chest and, for a second, the world felt terrifying and perfect all at once. So I kept going.
‘And you could open up a gym with private studios for Pilates or yoga. Eventually we could add sauna pods, make it really fancy. Momentum wouldn’t know what hit it.’
She was quiet, and for some reason, I couldn’t shut the fuck up.
‘I mean, Bethan and Gareth seemed happy enough. Thirty-odd years together. That could be us maybe. Not that I need marriage or anything like that—’ I squeezed one eye shut as the cringe wracked through me.
‘We haven’t even talked about that. Although I’d like that.
I mean, just forget I said that. It’s too early.
What I’m trying to say is I could see it, Lydia.
I could see us running Everly Heath Farm.
You’d be incredible running your own gym—’
‘Ren.’ Her voice was thick and unreadable, and suddenly I wished I hadn’t said anything at all. I thought she was about to tell me it was too much, too soon. But when I glanced at her, there was something soft in her eyes I couldn’t quite name. Pity? Worry?
Brilliant. I’d only just got her back and here I was, already pushing for more. Like buying, fixing up, and running a giant money pit of a farm was standard second-day-of-being-official behaviour. God, I’m an idiot.
I squeezed her to my chest. ‘Just think about it. You don’t have to say anything now.’
‘Okay,’ she said, a smile in her voice. ‘I love you.’
Those could be the only words I’d hear forever, and I’d be happy.
‘I love you too.’
As I drifted off, a tiny corner of my mind caught the sound of Lydia’s voice, low, serious, like she’s talking to someone. Part of me wanted to wake up and pull her back into me, but the exhaustion won. So I let her words slip under the tide, and sleep carried me away.