Hunting for Love (5 page)

But this time, his lips curled into a devilish smile.
 
“There were things you had planned that
evening that had nothing to do with arguing and everything to do with enjoying
the sins of the flesh.
 
My only wish was
that we’d survived so I could wed you and bed you and stay by your side each
night for the rest of our lives.”

Her smile, quick and shimmering through a new onslaught of
tears, wavered a little as she, too, imagined what their lives might have
been.
 
“My love, we’ve been together for
longer than a lifetime, even if we couldn’t speak.
 
And we’re together now.
 
Let us not waste a moment more of this
precious time to enjoy each other.”

She waved at the box, at the accumulation of things that
struck her curiosity.
 
Remembering the
illicit book she’d found in the library so long ago—yet just moments ago in her
mind—she couldn’t help the heat that rose in her cheeks.

“I adore your daring nature, darling.” He tugged a length of
silk out of the box, soft with age and well remembered to her.
 
Henry, always a bit of a scientist at heart,
scandalized her when they’d first become lovers.
 
She knew the lack of propriety she showed by
allowing his kisses in the moonlight.
 
Propriety be damned, she’d wanted him and she’d taken him into her body
and heart and then when he’d turned that intelligent mind to new ways to
pleasure, new ways to tease and tempt, she’d been his willing accomplice.

Ties were a common bit of their play.
 
Knowing what was to come, she stripped out of
her clothes, no need for artifice in her desperate need and happy for the lack
of layers this generation preferred.
 

Once she was nude, the warm night air running its fingers
over this new body, she lay on the bed while her love began to fasten first her
legs and then her arms to the elaborately carved posts of the frame.

Desire licked like the flames that had consumed their lives,
igniting her flesh as he kissed each wrist, each ankle.
 
The fleeting touch of his fingertips as he
secured the knots left her shivering, her notch heated and flooded with liquid
heat.

He towered above her, taller in this body than he’d been
before yet beautiful because the love Heather felt for this man whispered into
her as she gazed at his body.

Climbing to join her on the bed, he whispered his touch
along the insides of her thighs.
 
“Do you
want me to kiss your
quim
, my lovely bride?”

“Oh, don’t jest about that at a time like this, Henry.
 
Never your bride will I be but your lover for
all time.”

“You are my bride, the wife of my heart, the other part of
my soul.
 
And I shall make you scream
your agreement to the stars, my love.”
 
With that, his mouth kissed the most sensitive part of her and she would
have shot off the bed at the rush of pleasure the sensation wrought.
 

But he knew her, Henry always did.
 
His fingers, as he licked at the hard point
of her desire, caught her nipple and tugged it hard, the pain transforming to
pleasure faster than she could gasp at the sensation.
 

She writhed as he redoubled his efforts then cried out when
he left her, crawling away from the bed with a devious smile.
 
He moved again to the box, and she tried to
catch her breath, catch her sanity, while he rummaged.
 
Coming up with two metal bits, he bent to
kiss her.
 
His lips, his tongue, drove
her mad and the lingering bit of her own flavor on that melding of lips only
served to ratchet her need for him higher.

Then one of the clamps caught her sensitive nipple and her
short yelp was captured in his mouth.

He lifted his head enough to gaze into her eyes, watching
her react to the feel of the restriction in such pleasure that she couldn’t
help but test the restraints on her arms, wanting to touch him, to demand he
give her release.

Seeing her need, he bent to suckle the other nipple, the tug
seeming to go right to her womb where she felt so empty, so hot for him.

And then he placed the second clamp and she arched her hips
helplessly, unable to stop the fluid desire that rippled up and down her spine.

“I can’t resist the call of your flesh, my wanton love.
“
 
She forced her eyes open to watch as
he stripped out of his strange clothes and covered her body with his.
 
The shock of his hot skin, the hair on his
legs and the breath from his lips on her naked form made her close her eyes
tight against the onslaught of sensation.

“Take me then, my Henry.”

He obeyed, rubbing his stiffened rod against the liquid seam
of her body.
 
When he finally pushed
inside her, it was like they were one being.
 
One creature united at last.

She didn’t even need the orgasm that still threatened.
 
Meeting his eyes, she lifted her hand,
shocked to find it easy to move it to rest on his face.
 
And it was, indeed, his face.
 
“I love you.
 
A thousand times I’ll say it.
 
I give
you all that I am.”

“And I you, my precious one.”

****

Tears ran down her cheeks as the ghost seemed to fade
away.
 
For a moment nothing physical
mattered, so enraptured by the sense of ultimate satisfaction and unity that
radiated in the air in the wake of the spirit’s exit.

Then, like some great wave that would pull her out into the
ocean with its fury, the passion returned.

Her gaze snapped to Gavin, still buried deep inside her and
focused intently on her face.
 
“Are you okay?"
He was whispering, as if afraid to be overheard.

Arching her hips with what little motion was left to her and
clutching at his cock with the walls of her aching pussy, she growled back,
“Better than fine.
 
Finish it.
 
I need you inside me.”

Ignoring her, his attention strayed to her breasts, offered
up like some pagan feast for his consumption.
 
“The clamps…”

She worried, for a moment that he was disgusted somehow by
the ghost’s choice of lovemaking although she found she kind of liked it
rough.
 
Instead, he removed one clamp and
when she squeaked and then moaned, his grin told her he found it as erotic as
she had. “Fuck.
 
It’s like all the blood
rushed back to—”

His lips covering the now overly sensitive nub had her
crying out, her words swept away by the orgasm that shattered through her.

Like jagged glass, her every nerve felt energized,
ready.
 
Even with the release, she wanted
more.
 
He removed the second clamp and
immediately caught the nipple in his teeth, tugging at the flesh at the same
time as he drove back inside her.

The restrictions on her hands left her helpless to him, open
in a way she’d never dared before.
 
As he
began a slow in and out motion of his hips, pivoting them in an almost wave at
the peak of his thrust, she couldn’t do more than moan.

“Missed you.
 
Missed you so much.
 
So sorry, Heather.
 
So very damn sorry.”
His words, almost choked out, seemed to come in a torrent, ripped from his
chest and she lifted her head to meet his mouth to stop them.
 
The kiss seared her. Tongues tangled and he
sped up his fevered thrusting, driving them both up…up.

She broke the kiss to scream when the next orgasm ripped
through her, burning off all the old fears and leaving her shaking in its wake.

“I love you,” she whispered.
 
The three words never meant so much.
 
They held in them all
the
I
’m
sorries
, the hurt feelings, the missed moments like
this and begged for more time, however she could have him.

“I love you, too.”
 
He
buried his face in her hair, holding her close.

After a moment of remembering how to breathe, he chuckled
and rolled to the side.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“I have one question for you.”

“Yeah?”
He began to untie her, still seeming to
choke back laughter.
 
Once he’d freed
her, he tugged her onto his chest and just grinned at her, only pausing to peck
her nose with a platonic kiss.

“Still want your money back?”
 

She laughed with him but then smiled slowly, meeting his
loving gaze. “Um…well…”

“Really?” he demanded.

“There are a lot of toys in that box and we still have hours
until dawn.”

His gaze heated immediately and his hold on her no longer
seemed jovial.
 
Passion snapped back to
life, hair-trigger fast and she reveled in the fact she could share it with him
again.

“Before the box…Garrett.”

She hushed him, pressing her hand to his face.
 
“I’m sorry.
 
I shouldn’t have sprung him on you like that. I won’t—”

“
Dammit
, Heather, let me talk.” He
didn’t look mad.
 
She stared at him,
waiting.
 
“If my brother has something to
say, tell me.
 
I won’t doubt you again.”

“Oh,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry I doubted you before.”

“I expected it, to be honest.
 
Like Garrett said that night, you had to have
faith.
 
If you didn’t know he was there,
sense him with you, me telling you he watched over you wasn’t going to change
anything.” She shrugged, and hid her face from him.

He didn’t allow it, turning her to meet his gaze.
 
“Is Garrett here now?”

She gnawed her bottom lip and traced circles on his chest
with a fingertip, smiling at the comfort level communication gave her.
 
He was listening and not freaking out.
 
This might work this time around…
 
“I get the sense that he is but he won’t come
in this room.
 
I don’t know if it’s
because this was Henry and Louisa’s space or what.
 
Maybe we could just be alone, you and me, for
awhile.”

Catching her lips with another searing kiss, he then rested
his forehead on hers.
 
“Maybe a little
alone time is a great idea.
 
Especially since we’ve hardly begun to explore the secrets of that
box.”

Touching his face, she couldn’t think of anything she’d
rather do.

The
End

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