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Pippa moaned, squeezing my ass harder.
We moved in perfect rhythm for another few strokes, then switched to a new position like dancers showing off dueling moves before the big finale. That meant me on my knees with Pippa lying sideways, one leg under mine, the other over.
I growled out loud.
“So good…” Pippa moaned as I continued moving.
Yes, it was. Deep and achy, but in a good way. And when she squeezed her inner muscles in a rippling motion—
I threw my head back with an animal howl.
Around us, candles swayed, casting shadows. Beneath me, Pippa’s skin glowed with their fiery tint, and I caught our silhouettes dancing erotically on the wall.
“Yes…” Pippa cried, crushing me closer.
I managed to power through three more thrusts. Then I exploded.
The candles flared so high, their light swirled around me. I lost all sense of direction, knowing only that I was joined to Pippa. We could have been spinning through space or stuck in a whirlpool, but as long as we were together…
Gradually, the walls of the room — such as they were — reappeared around me. The bed was there too, along with tangled sheets and blankets, but all I cared about was Pippa.
Our eyes locked and held for an eternity, telegraphing a dozen short, silent messages.
Love you so much.
We belong together.
Let’s stay this way forever. Please.
Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Mine too. Gradually, our pulses dropped, and we relaxed into the mattress. Eventually, after wiping off with the corner of a sheet, we spooned together. Pippa pulled a blanket over my shoulders, though she kept her side open.
“I run hot, you know,” she murmured.
I laughed out loud, then snuggled closer. “You sure do.”
Chapter Twenty
PIPPA
I woke up slowly, relishing the warmth of my bed — and Ingo. He was wrapped around me, with one hand over my belly and one thumb stroking my skin. So, he was awake too.
Awake, happy, but preoccupied, just like me.
I rolled to face him, and we each mustered a smile.
“Good morning,” I whispered, keeping tight hold of his hand.
He kissed my knuckles. “Morning to you too.”
I gazed into his eyes, wondering. Wishing. But neither took me in a good direction, so I shut my eyes and snuggled in, listening to his steady heartbeat. The day ahead, I sensed, would be a doozy, and I intended to tank up on calm while I could.
Which worked surprisingly well. So well, I started to wonder if we might actually makeuswork again someday. Ingo didn’t shoot out of bed to rush back to hunting bad guys, and I didn’t feel the usual lethargy that made it hard for me to get into gear most mornings.
On the contrary, I had a whole mental list of missions to be accomplished, though they were all tempered by thewhy rush off?feeling that came with the afterglow of stunningly good sex. So, while I wasn’t capable of heading out yet, I did prioritize my agenda.
Item one, breakfast, combined with strategizing with Ingo.
Item two, a quick round of chores on the ranch, while working out the details of that strategy.