Chapter 12 She Said Yes #3
“An engagement ring? Why would he be buying that for her, if the wedding is off ?”
Maureen smiled at the not-so-bright girl in front of her as she spoke.
“Why wouldn’t he? He has no idea the wedding is even off yet, remember?”
Kim sat back in her chair and breathed an audible sigh of relief.
“Oh. Duh,” she replied matter-of-factly and turned the laptop back around to face her.
She hit reply on the message, but the page was gone again. She rolled her eyes, clicked her desktop, and reran her unblocking program.
“Anyway, the ring is ugly and small. Just like her,” she chimed with a massive grin on her face, then started eating her salad.
Heathcliff gave Maureen an odd glance.
“What’s that about?” He asked, not being in the loop.
“We’ll discuss it later,” she replied, giving him a sexy wink.
He grinned at that, knowing what it meant, and forgot what had bothered him about the conversation minutes before.
DINNER WAS LONG finished—poached salmon, crisp salad, and a shared bottle of wine—when Lana stretched across Kayden’s lap on the couch.
The fire cast a soft, wavering glow as he read from a worn book of poems. Discovering that he had a romantic side, one shaped by verse and quiet beauty, was a dangerous kind of temptation.
They should have had endless time to learn each other’s hidden pieces.
Tonight, he read one of her treasured William R.
Stoudt favorites, his voice steady against the crackle of flames.
Feeling tears well in her eyes as he spoke, she shifted her weight and turned toward him.
His firm, muscular stomach was breathing slowly in rhythm with the words he spoke as he finished the end of the poem.
“Life and love run in circles; once begun, the circles never end. Through time, across generations, over distances unimagined, their love maintained its intensity, its warmth, its genuine pull of hearts towards the unknown known. The circle came all the way around, and true, genuine love was discovered again, a love that will continue to span the universe and last throughout all time,” he finished.
He put the book down slowly and looked down at her, a faint smile on his face.
He gathered her up in his arms and kissed her slowly.
It wasn’t a kiss full of lust, it was normal, patient—an expression of love.
She looked into his sparkling eyes and leaned her forehead onto his.
She wanted to capture this moment and reached for her phone that sat on the couch next to him.
Sitting up and straddling him, she held it up and snapped a picture of them.
Two days left, she thought as she pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it and the phone on the coffee table.
They embraced again, and their kiss grew more intense and more urgent for her.
Her desire to be with him made her movements erratic and greedy.
He grabbed her hips and stood up from the couch in one decisive move.
Pushing the coffee table away with one leg, he slowly bent his knees until they hit the soft area rug underneath them.
He lowered her onto her back, running his hand from her neck down her stomach as she arched her back.
With her legs still wrapped around his waist, he slowly pulled down her panties, exposing her the way he liked.
He slowly raised her legs and pulled them free, where he placed her right leg on his shoulder.
He ran his other hand up her thigh, then back down again, holding her left leg above his head.
Kayden sat up on his knees slightly, which lifted her from the carpet a little, and kissed her ankle, her calf, and her thigh.
She moaned with every kiss of his mouth as he slowly made his way down to his favorite place.
Instead of going there, he grabbed her rear and pulled her up onto his face, holding her up with nothing but his muscular arms, as she balanced on his strong shoulders.
He took all of her in his mouth and used his tongue like a joystick as she writhed and moaned, barely able to contain herself.
He finally rested her on the carpet completely and continued his sweet assault on her.
Before she was spent, she eased his head away slowly, then sat up and lowered him to the rug next.
Lana kissed his neck, his chest, and traced her tongue down to his abdomen.
She took her time removing his jeans, where his manhood was eager to join.
Kayden helped her to get them off, along with his boxer briefs, as she gazed up at him, her own wicked smile on her lips, and lowered her face to enjoy him.
She took both her hands and held onto his thighs, and used only her tongue and mouth, pleasing him until she was satisfied.
She thoroughly enjoyed making him moan as well.
When she could tell he couldn’t take any more, she sat up and reached for his hand, where she pulled him up.
Lana turned around on her knees and lowered her stomach to the carpet, where she waited to receive him.
In a swift yet gentle move, he plunged into her from behind, and she cried out at the familiar feel of him inside her.
He reached around to her chest and pulled her up carefully, into a sitting position, as he sucked and kissed her neck while running his hand over her breasts.
She pushed down onto him repeatedly in a slow rhythm of their own and could feel every nerve in her body ready to explode.
Lana watched their reflection in the floor-to-ceiling glass windows in front of them.
Kayden was watching as well, and their eyes locked on one another in the glass.
He turned her head and kissed her as they climaxed together, where they collapsed in front of the fire, in each other’s arms.