Chapter Thirty
Jake had been overwhelmed by Anya’s discovery, claiming that there’d been more breakthroughs during the past nine months than there’d been during the last twenty years.
After only a few weeks at home, Eric was so much better now and was even starting to work out on a daily basis. It still might be a while before his ribs felt normal, but he tried not to overdo it with lifting.
Anya and Eric were getting ready to go to sleep soon. Apparently, Ashley had just given birth to a baby boy, and since it was past visiting hours at the hospital in Eau Claire, they were both going to drive over early the following morning.
The tension was thrumming this evening, because it appeared that they were going to finally be able to make love.
“It might be selfish of me, but I’m not one of those idiots who’s going to try to stay away from the woman he loves because I don’t want to bring her pain. I need you Anya, and I’m not ever going to hesitate to tell you that,” Eric admitted.
He drew her over him, and she laid on him, small and sweetly warm and smelling like lake water from the swim they’d just taken to assist with Eric’s rehab. He kissed her again and moved his hands over her bottom to grasp her upper thighs while spreading her legs on either side of his.
Anya bent her knees and raised herself onto them, lifting her body so that she was leveled astride him.
As if it was possible, he hardened into further arousal and bent his own knees, sliding his feet over the fuzzy blanket beneath. He laid his hands over her hips to position her.
But she was already touching him, the fingers of both hands moving over him ever so lightly, just enough to make him feel like he was going to go crazy if he wasn’t inside her soon.
Anya drew him into position against herself, and she came down upon him in one firm, smooth motion, making a low sound deep in her throat, growling.
She lifted herself and came down again, repeating the motion until she was riding him in a firm slow rhythm.
The pleasure was nearly unbearable, and he matched her move for move until her rhythm broke, when he grasped her hips more firmly and drove upward and withdrew and drove and held.
Until she tensed and cried out before he did the same, groaning loudly.
As she collapsed on top of him, they both seemed to doze off momentarily before he threaded his fingers through her hair, saying softly, “I love you, Anya.”
“I love you too, Eric,” she said, disentangling and cuddling against him. “I hope I didn’t hurt you. We were both pretty uh…active.”
“Who knows? Right now, I can’t feel a thing,” he admitted, laughing softly.
Anya laughed too.
“But let’s get married soon. Alright?” Eric asked. “Lately, I just feel that it’s important that we do.”
“How about a Christmas wedding?” she asked.
“I’d like that,” Eric replied. “Especially since Christmas last year was so special, with our new beginning.”