The Forgotten Daughter - Page 85

The door downstairs slammed again. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed when Scooter reentered the room, water running down his chest, arms and back.

“It’s still raining,” she said. The idea of being stranded inside with him and not doing what they’d been about to do was overly depressing.

“Yes, it is,” he answered, smiling.

Her gaze shifted to what he held up. “My bag!”

“I found it at Francine’s warehouse,” he said, dropping it on the bed. “The chief let me keep it.” After kissing her forehead, he added, “It was still in the saddlebag on my motorcycle.”

“We never know when luck is on our side, do we?” she asked, pulling a box out of the bag. She also said a tiny prayer for the several other boxes still in the bag.

Scooter pulled off his boots and then stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside as he climbed onto the bed. He immediately went to work again, kissing and teasing her until her body was once again begging for more, for all of his glorious attention.

He gave it, all of it, even long after he’d eased her camiknickers over her hips and down her legs.

Excitement had her breathing unevenly and her heart throbbing when he left her long enough to open the box. She watched intently as he opened the package. Intrigued, she couldn’t pull her eyes away as he shed his underwear and rolled the condom on.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” she admitted. “Of me and you.”

“So have I,” he said, climbing over the top of her.

Smiling, she reached up and held his face between her hands. It was then a hint of uncertainty plagued her. “I’m not sure what to do.”

“I am,” he whispered.

“Good,” she answered. “Where do we start?”

“Where do you want to start?”

She shrugged. “Kiss me?”

“Forever,” he whispered, leaning down to take her lips.

Without further ado, he masterfully orchestrated their coupling. Josie had seen beautiful things in her life, lived with them daily, but she’d never experienced beauty. Not like this. Scooter’s masterful entrance was a completion she’d never have understood without experiencing it. His love was evident in each caress of his hands, each kiss of his lips, and his extreme devotion was made apparent by the way he whispered words of love as their bodies fell into a rhythmic dance fueled by their shared dedication to one another.

Josie welcomed all the yearning, all the amazing cravings and delightful ache of hunger that grew inside her. Their bodies merged, became one, like they had when they rode his bike together, leaning and swaying in perfect harmony.

A divine desire spread through her entire body, becoming so great, so demanding, she tossed her head from side to side and bit down on her bottom lip. Pleasure-filled groans were rolling in her throat, escaping now and again, along with gasps when she couldn’t fully catch her breath.

Scooter’s arms were strong, his shoulders broad, his entire body much more powerful and larger than hers, yet he was infinitely gentle while commanding her body through one amazing phase and into another. He took her to places that couldn’t be of this earth and kept her there, holding on to nothing but him. Thinking of nothing but him.

The phenomenal tension he created inside her was reaching a peak, she was sure of that, but had no idea what to do next.

“Breathe, Josie,” he said. “Just breathe.”

She hadn’t known she was holding her breath, and as she let it out, a great release happened. It was a feeling of freedom so great and powerful it consumed her wholly and left her euphoric.

A wealth of pure bliss fanned through her, filling her with such harmony she sank deeply into the mattress below her. Scooter was sinking, too, his glorious weight resting upon her lightly.

He kissed her, softly, sweetly, and then slowly rolled onto his side, pulling her close. Beyond the pounding of her heart echoing steadily in her ears, the music of the rain still falling upon the roof above made her smile. She’d always liked the sound of rain, and would even more from now on.

“We’ll live here, won’t we?” she asked. “After we’re married?” A tinge of heat filled her cheeks. The idea of his mother or sister, or little Jonas, hearing the commotion they’d just created could prove to be rather embarrassing.

* * *

Scooter’s eyelids jerked open as if all of his cylinders had misfired. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, wondering if the roof had sprung a leak. Something had shocked him back into reality as fast as cold water thrown on his face.

“Yes,” he said, trying to sound normal. Although he was about the furthest he’d ever been from that particular state. He and Josie would be married, as soon as possible, which could very well be the longest few months of his life.