Then my neck arched back. I felt his lips at the side and I breathed, “Ren,” right before it blistered through me.
He thrust hard, fast, deep, and his hand between my legs continued working me, taking, even as I came down. He kept going until I felt his mouth open on the skin of my neck and he sucked deep. A tremor ran through me and I felt and listened as he got what he needed.
As it left him, he settled, still buried inside me. His hand between my legs moved so he could wrap his arm around my belly. His hand at my jaw gentled and his fingers started stroking.
His mouth still at my neck, he whispered there, “Love you, Ally.”
“Love you too, honey,” I whispered back.
He kissed the side of my neck, shifted, kissed the back of my neck and we lay there connected for several long, happy, silent minutes until he pulled out and rolled to his back. He took me with him, positioning me tucked to his side with my forehead in his neck and his hand cupping my ass.
“Shimmy outta your panties, baby,” he murmured.
Using just my legs, I shimmied out of them, caught them with my toe and used my foot to toss them over Ren to land at the side of the bed.
When I settled in, he drew random patterns on my ass as he said, still murmuring, “Not done with you tonight.”
Ren was feeling energetic.
Right on.
I smiled against his skin.
It was after work at Fortnum’s where, fortunately, nothing else happened, except Roxie, Tod and Stevie showing with about five hundred bags from various stores at Park Meadows Mall (okay, maybe four hundred). It was also after Ren got home late from work, but he still made me chicken parmesan.
But the dishes were still on the dining room table. The pots in the sink.
This was because, once I’d taken my last bite, Ren said to me, “Thinkin’ about it all day, couldn’t get my mind off it, so now I want your mouth on me.”
I hadn’t been thinking about it all day, but I was thinking about it right then. And what I thought about it was that it was a fantastic idea.
Therefore I immediately got up, sashayed to and up the stairs and into his bedroom.
He followed me, hitting the room, eyes hot but lips quirking.
I’d then commenced in obliging.
You know the rest.
That brought us to now.
I lifted my head and looked down at him. I felt my insides warm at the contentment in his expression, and asked, “Do I have to turn Catholic?”
His face blanked, his hand at my ass stilled, and he did a slow blink.
Then he demanded, “Say that again.”
I didn’t say it again.
Instead, I explained, “You’re Catholic. I’m not. And you’re Italian. And seeing as the Pope lives in a sovereign city-state in your homeland, I’m thinking that’s important. And since we’re committed and you’ve promised we won’t be about meatloaf and missionary, I’ve gotta have some detail about what else the future has in store for me.”
His hand not at my ass lifted to cup my jaw before he said quietly, “That’s not something you tick off a to-do list, honey.”
“No. But it is something you consider and look into if it’s important to the man you love.”
Ren closed his eyes.
A second later, I found myself on my back with Ren looming over me, but he did this with his chest pressed mostly on mine and his hand still cupping my jaw.