“Someone watched way too much television growing up,” Jeanne Louise said dryly.
“Someone still does,” he admitted, and allowed his hand to drift away from her breasts and down between her legs. “Maybe you can help me find something more interesting to do in future.”
Jeanne Louise’s eyes opened sharply as he began to caress her lazily. “I thought you were tired?”
“I’m waking up,” Paul said, and shifted his hips against her bottom, proving just how awake he was.
Jeanne Louise groaned as she felt his hardness prod her, and reached back to clasp his erection in hand as she cautioned, “Okay, but we have to be quiet. We woke up Livy last time.”
“We did?” he asked, stilling. “Was she okay?”
“Headache,” she admitted. “And it scared her when she couldn’t wake us up.”
“She was in here? She saw us?” Paul asked with alarm, his hands halting abruptly.
Jeanne Louise sighed and shifted onto her back in front of him. “It’s all right,” she said reassuringly. “I soothed her, took away her headache, and put her back to bed.”
Paul remained still for a minute and then let his breath out on a sigh. “Thank you,” he murmured, his eyes full of sincerity as they met hers, but filling with something else entirely when they dropped down to see that the blanket was around her waist, leaving her breasts on offer. Sliding his hand up to clasp the nearer one, Paul breathed, “Damn, I think I love your breasts.”
“You love my breasts?” Jeanne Louise asked dryly.
“And other parts,” he murmured distractedly, lowering his mouth to claim the nipple of the breast he held.
Jeanne Louise bit her lip as Paul began to suckle, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, then sighed and relaxed, murmuring, “It’s a start.”
Eleven
“What shall we do now?”
Jeanne Louise smiled at Paul’s question as they wandered out of the antiques section. But before she could respond, Livy shrieked, “Ice cream!”
She glanced at the girl, chuckling at the way the child was hopping about and clapping her hands.
They had headed to Grand Bend first thing that morning. Or first thing on Livy waking them, she acknowledged with a wry smile. Certainly Jeanne Louise hadn’t been ready to wake yet, and doubted Paul had been either after the two of them had spent most of the night getting acquainted with each other’s bodies, passing out and getting reacquainted again. They’d been like a couple of junkies, jonesing on each other and reaching repeatedly for that next fix the moment they woke up after each session.
After taking turns in the shower, they’d piled Livy in the car and had headed to Grand Bend and the Pinery Antique Market. Paul had read about it in a stack of brochures and fliers left on the table by the cottage owner. In the market one could find a Sunday breakfast, live entertainment, and ice cream made from real cream, along with antiques and various other things one wouldn’t expect.
They’d had breakfast first, then toured the vendors, and the entire time Livy had been on about the ice cream Paul had promised she would get on this outing. It didn’t matter that she’d just had a large breakfast, she’d wanted ice cream from the minute they’d arrived. The girl’s appetite was definitely benefiting from the lack of pain and the fact that Jeanne Louise ensured Livy thought she enjoyed what she ate.
“All right, all right,” Paul said with amusement. “Ice cream it is. And then we should probably head back to the cottage for some swimming.”
“Ohhh,” Livy’s eyes were wide and happy. “Swimming.”
“Yes, and probably playing,” he added. “The people in the cottage next to ours have a little girl close to your age. Her name’s Kirsten. So you might have someone to play with while we’re here if the two of you like each other.”
“Yay!” Livy squealed and danced in circles.
Paul shook his head at her excitement and then caught her hand in his, slipped his other hand around Jeanne Louise’s waist and herded them both to the ice cream stand. Jeanne Louise ordered a combo cone with a scoop of rocky road and black cherry. Livy immediately asked for the same and Paul ordered pistachio. Once their cones were in hand, they walked slowly back toward the parking lot, licking madly at the quickly melting ice cream.
It was nearly noon and extremely hot. Jeanne Louise was very aware of the sun beating down, but didn’t want to spoil the moment by reminding Paul that she shouldn’t be out in it. It was as if he’d completely forgotten that she was immortal, like they were a typical mortal family, enjoying a sunny Sunday outing . . . and she liked it. Jeanne Louise had never really thought she envied mortals being able to enjoy simple pleasures like this, but in that moment she did. She was happy, relaxed and sated from their night together.
Not that Jeanne Louise didn’t still want the man presently walking along beside her listening to his daughter’s happy chatter. She would have happily lured him into the nearest public washroom, the backseat of the car, or any private spot they could find if they didn’t have to keep an eye on Livy. She definitely wanted the man still and was eager for the day to end and night to descend so they could put Livy to bed and enjoy each other again. But, in the meantime, she felt content.
“Jeanie?”
Paul’s tense voice made it through her thoughts and drew her attention. Seeing the tension in his expression, she followed his gaze to a dark SUV parked a row over from Paul’s car. Her eyes narrowed and she moved to the side to get a look at the license plate and felt her heart drop. It was an Argeneau SUV. They all had specialty license plates and this one was no exception. Her eyes shot to the windows, but the vehicle was empty.
“Get to the car,” she said grimly, dropping her cone to the ground to leave her hands free.