Chapter Eleven #2
“I have protection,” he told her, recognizing that no matter their mutual desire and wish to have children someday, both were responsible enough to make sure it was when they were ready.
To Landon, the notion of that happening in happy matrimony would be even better, should this ever morph in that direction again.
“Good,” Raquelle said enthusiastically.
He opened the wooden nightstand drawer and removed the condom packet, tossing it onto the bed. “Ready to go.”
She smiled yearningly. “Make love to me, Landon.”
“With pleasure.” He beamed and began removing his clothes as fast as he could while watching her do the same. Taking in Raquelle’s body, Landon saw that it was as perfect as he remembered—with small but firm breasts, a lean stomach, long, shapely legs, and delicate feet and toes.
Likewise, he saw her checking him out too and was unabashed in giving her approval. “I see you’re still in great shape,” she uttered.
“So are you,” he said candidly. “More than that, you’re gorgeous, Raquelle.”
“Umm…” She blushed. “Prove it.”
Feeling the surge of desire rise in him like the tide, Landon scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed while they kissed fervently, as though waiting even a moment longer had become unbearable.
* * *
RAQUELLE COULD BARELY contain her craving to be with her ex-husband, though she would not have thought this would even be possible before very recently.
But the sparks between them had clearly never been fully extinguished, and now she only wanted to see them reignited for the moment at hand.
Without much deep thought into any long-term implications—or complications.
When Landon started kissing her from head to toe and in between, while making good use of his hands in simultaneous and adroit stimulation, Raquelle felt instant and powerful gratification. “Mmm, that feels so wonderful,” she cooed with the climax.
“You deserve this,” he told her, seemingly determined to satisfy her. And had, as the sensations of intimate pleasure coursed throughout Raquelle’s body.
“So do you.” As much as she enjoyed being the center of his attention, Raquelle wasn’t so selfish that she didn’t want him to experience the same gratification, while aware that he had held back his own sexual release.
Turning the tables, she used her own kisses and fingers for some quid pro quo and felt Landon’s body tense. “I want you,” she uttered desperately.
“I need you,” he replied urgently as their bodies lined up side by side.
“Take me,” Raquelle demanded, urging him to move atop her. “Now!”
Landon positioned himself between her legs and entered Raquelle. She gasped as he drove deeply inside her, readjusting to the hardness of him. Reaching for his mouth, they kissed heartily while making love as if the gap for this had never existed.
Raquelle cried out as she had a second orgasm, this one more powerful than the first, while Landon ran his fingers through her hair. Moments later, he inhaled, and his body shook wildly as his own needs came to fruition.
They both rode the wave of sheer carnal delights together, holding each other for dear life till the sensations had waned and they could catch their breaths in the aftermath.
“You were nothing short of amazing,” Landon spoke softly as they lay next to each other.
Raquelle flushed. “So were you.”
He laughed. “Guess some things in life never change.”
“Maybe you’re right.” But other things do change, she thought realistically.
Such as the fact that they were no longer married.
Or unsure of what this meant for the future between them.
If anything at all. “I should probably go,” she said, not wanting this to seem awkward as far as sleeping arrangements now that the passion from their intimacy was over.
“Do you have to?” Landon shifted her way. “Stay the night.”
“Are you sure?” She met his eyes searchingly. Neither had made any commitments, so there was no more obligation on his part to treat what just happened as a signal than hers.
“I’m very sure,” he maintained and kissed her as a stamp of his desire to keep her close at hand till morning.
* * *
LANDON WAS UP early the next day after getting little sleep, between a second round of lovemaking to Raquelle—in what turned out to be all-consuming, red-hot sex with his ex-wife—and wondering where they went from here.
As far as he was concerned, he would like nothing more than to start dating his ex-wife again, as though for the very first time.
Even if they would still need to work through some things that derailed their marriage before, they were given an opportunity to correct the mistakes. Lessons learned, right?
But did Raquelle feel the same way, if not expressing this in so many words?
Then there was the Eddie element that Landon feared could stand in the way of any successful future he and Raquelle might have.
Should there be a bad outcome for her brother when the curtain came down, would that shadow hang over them like a sinister presence?
Was that something that she could live with and still want to be in a stable relationship with him?
Guess I’ll just have to wait it out and not overthink things, Landon told himself as he made breakfast, happy to allow Raquelle to catch up on some sleep before beginning her day.
He had just put some blueberry pancakes on the griddle, recalling that this was something she enjoyed with maple syrup—to go with bacon and coffee—when Raquelle came into the kitchen.
“Hey.” Landon grinned when he saw her barefoot and in one of his shirts.
“Hey.” She slid a hand through her disheveled long hair. “Hope you don’t mind my wearing this. I just grabbed the first piece of clothing I found to see what you were up to.”
“I don’t mind at all,” he assured her. “If the truth be told, the shirt looks much better on you than me.”
She blushed. “If you say so.”
“I made breakfast—your favorite.” Landon grinned as Raquelle eyed the pancakes.
“I can see that.” She smiled at him. “Actually, I’m starved. How thoughtful.”
“That’s just me,” he downplayed it. “Have a seat.”
Raquelle sat in the kitchen booth and grabbed a piece of bacon off the plate, taking a bite. “I think I could get used to this,” she teased him. “Or would that be putting the cart ahead of the horse, considering the fact that we’re no longer together?”
Landon put the plate of pancakes before her and said, having pondered this irony himself, “It’s not putting the cart before the horse at all. Perhaps it’s the other way around and we just needed some time to figure things out.”
She looked at him. “And have you—figured things out?”
He kept a straight face when responding levelly, “At least enough to know that what we had has never gone away—whatever that means going forward.”
“Hmm.” Raquelle was thoughtful as she sliced her knife into the pancakes. “Okay.”
Landon sat down and ate with her. He was more than content to leave it at that for now, not wanting to rock the boat by delving too deeply into how their night of mind-blowing intimacy might move the needle in their evolving and rekindling relationship.