His Bahamas Affair (The Albury Affairs) (29 page)

She shrugged. “I wanted
to start that when I was in the States but I think I’ll stick to cooking for my
family for a while.”

“But Lori-”

She pressed her fingers
over his lips, silencing him. “There is nothing wrong with being a mother and a
wife. Thousands of women find that job a lot more fulfilling than anything
else, and I’m really looking forward to it.”

He smiled down at her.
“It’s a drastic change from being a partying jet setter.”

She went on her toes
and kissed him lightly on the lips. “A wonderful change.”

With hooded eyes he
whispered roughly. “You are amazing. How did I get so lucky to have you as my
wife?”

Loraine felt a shiver
of excitement rush through her. She swallowed a lump of nerves in her throat
easily deciphering the look on his face. It was their wedding night and he was
ready to seal their vows by joining their bodies.

Gently, he pulled the
string of beads from her hair. “You looked like a sea nymph with this. I guess
that’s the look you were going for— angelic.”

She didn’t answer, she
couldn’t. Not with her throat dry and her tongue paralyzed in her mouth. She
just watched his face as he unbraided her hair, combing his fingers through it
and spreading it around her shoulders.

“With your mother’s
make-under, I could see what you were talking about. You resemble her;
beautiful inside and out.”

His hands moved to her
shoulders and gently rubbed them. Loraine could barely draw breath without a
hitch in her throat. His touch was doing things to her she couldn’t describe.
Was there even a word for what she felt? It was like her insides were getting
tickled by a feather and combined with her erratic nerves, she was slowly going
crazy.

She pressed her shaking
hands on his chest, fisting his shirt. Reno trailed his hands down her
shoulders and up her arms to her hands, covering them with his large ones. He
gently pried them open, freeing his shirt and raised them to his lips.

As he slowly kissed
each finger, alternately pulling one into his mouth and sucking gently, making
her heart leap with a gasp he asked, “Are you nervous?”

Loraine nodded her
head, keeping her eyes on his hooded gaze.

One edge of his lips
rose in a lazy and yet so very sexy grin. “Why?”

“Because, I’m about to
make love to my husband,” she confessed in an inaudible voice. She wasn’t even
sure he heard her but the spark that lit his eyes told her he had.

He placed her hands
back on his chest and drew her to him. He kissed her soundly, robbing her of
the little breath she possessed. He trailed his kisses to her cheek, her neck
and her shoulder. It was a good thing he was holding her up because as his lips
teased her quivering skin, her legs had turned to jelly. She hadn’t even
noticed he’d unzipped her dress until it pooled at her bare feet. She stood
before him in lace underwear and didn’t feel the least bit exposed. Instead,
she felt like a present being unwrapped.

“Beautiful,” he
whispered hoarsely and her heart beat a tattoo in her chest.

Keeping his gaze fixed
on hers, he unhooked her bra, letting it fall unceremoniously down to the
ground. She expected his touch but it never came. He just stared at her breasts
longingly. The tip of his tongue ran over his lower lip, his throat moving in a
hard swallow like a starving man salivating over his first meal in days. He
lowered himself onto his knees, his hands on her hips. Loraine just stood
there, too afraid to move and break the magic. Instead, she watched him watch
her as he hooked his thumbs in her panties and leisurely pull them down, his
hands especially his fingers tracing an erotic path down to her ankles making
her legs tremble. It was taking everything in her to keep herself up standing
when all she wanted to do was melt in a puddle at his knees.

“Beautiful…so
beautiful, my Lori.”

She gasped again, his
kiss on the inside of her thighs setting her entire body in a tremor of desire.
She couldn’t take anymore of his dawdling touches, prolonged anticipations and
slow seduction. She needed him to touch her with more than a teasing stroke, to
kiss her more than just a brush of his lips and to wrap her with his muscular
body, not just his loving words. She needed more.

“Reno…” she pleaded.

He stood up and slowly
turned her in his grasp, placing her back to his chest and wrapped his arms
around her and rocking her gently from side to side, whispering in her hair,
“My crazy Lori, you are all mine, only mine.”

* * * *

She was beautiful, her
naked form bathed by the moonlight. She looked like a siren, a tempting sexual
siren. He ran his hands down her neck, lightly over her shoulders taking notice
of the erratic pulse that visibly jumped at the nap of her neck and down her
arms, over her torso before he stopped at her hips. Her skin was like creamy
silk. He leaned over, pushing her hair aside to expose the back of her neck,
catching the scent of her perfume. Fresh and scented like the ocean breeze.

Goose pimples formed as
soon as he touched her and she shivered visibly. Though she stood without a
stitch on her before him, he knew it wasn’t from the cold. He pressed a kiss at
the base of her neck to confirm it. Yes, her body hummed with desire and lust
for him. This was the first time he was going to make love to her as his wife,
the moment he’d held himself off for, for days since he decided to make her his
wife. He was about to make love to Loraine Albury for the first time and he was
going to savor it.

“Reno, you are
torturing me,” she whispered as he continued to explore her with his lips and
hands. Her voice was hoarse with arousal, which only increased his. As did the
way her hands ran up and down the front of his thighs, barely touching his
throbbing dick.

“Am I? I thought I was
pleasuring you,” he whispered back, settling his chin on her shoulder.

Slowly, with a feather
light touch, he traced his fingers up her belly to her torso. He drew his
thumbs side to side under her breasts. Her breaths came heavy as she pushed her
breasts out, weighty with need. Finally, he cupped her incredibly toned
breasts, kneading them. They filled his hands nicely, in fact they felt bigger
and firmer than the last time he had them in his hands. He massaged them with
increasing pressure. She whimpered and he knew she wanted more, she’d be yelling
for it soon if he didn’t oblige her. Freeing one hand, he lowered it to the
apex of her hips. He growled when he found it bare and soft.

He bit her earlobe and
growled, “You shaved. I like.”

He slid his fingers
between her lower lips and stroked her unhurriedly. Not to satisfy her, just to
tease her more. Her hips jerked forward on her whimper, her hands at his thighs
fisting the fabric tightly. He pushed his finger inside her and she let out a
startled cry, going up to her toes.

“You’re so wet, you’re
dripping. I want you to trickle into my mouth, I want to drink you, and I want
my tongue inside you as I lap you up like a chestnut comb. I want to feast on
you but I don’t think I could handle it without coming in my pants like a green
teenage boy.”

Still massaging her
breast, he pushed in and out of her until her whimpers grew to desperate cries.
“Reno please!”

He released her and
turned her around to face him. Her face was flushed with need. Slowly, he
lowered her onto the bed and climbed over her. He ran his tongue over her lower
lip and when she rose to kiss him fully, he pulled away. He moved to her breast
and suckled a hard nipple. Closing his eyes he enjoyed his feast as her hands
went into his hair pushing him down on her. He paid both breasts equal attention,
suckling the nipple as he massaged the globes.

“Reno please!” she
cried out again.

He released the nipple
with a wet plop and moved lower, tongued her naval, kissed her firm belly and
lay his cheek there imaging the prospects of a life growing in there for just a
moment. Then he slid his hand between her legs and ground his palm against her.
She bucked and he pushed himself up to watch her as she chased after a high
only he could give. Her breasts bounced as she bucked, her entire body already
perspiring and her face twisted in agony as she chewed mercilessly on her lower
lip. It was going to be raw and bleeding by morning if she kept it up. She
looked beautiful.

He returned his mouth
to her nipple, his free hand massaging her other breast as he increased the
pressure of his palm, rotating it, sliding two fingers into her, pushing them
in and out at an easy tempo.

She bucked harder under
him as she cried out for release her hands holding tightly onto the headboard,
giving him more of her breasts. He feasted on her like a man starved and in
seconds she exploded into acute pleasure her body trembling clenching his
fingers.

“I can never get enough
of seeing that.”

Before she could
completely come down from her high ripples coursing through her, he quickly
stripped his clothes off, pushed her thighs apart and thrust inside her. She
gasped arching off the bed. She felt so good, her body still in spasms milking
his engorged and sensitive member. He closed his eyes tightly and cursed. He
was about to lose his load and he’d just entered her. He didn’t want it to be
over so soon, he wanted to take her slowly but his body had been waiting weeks
to find fulfillment in hers.

* * * *

Loraine looked up at
her husband, his eyes tightly shut, his jaw slackened. He resembled a man in
pain, his entire body trembling above her. He was gorgeous. She raised her
knees to her shoulders and he slipped deeper inside her with a curse.

“Don’t move!” he
ordered gruffly.

Loraine smiled. It was
her turn to do the torturing. She rotated her hips and Reno’s hands clamped
down tightly on her hips.

“Fuck it!” he snapped.

Whatever good
intentions he had flew out the window because he lost control and pound into
her hard and fast. Loraine felt taken, consumed, possessed by the man inside her.
His face was taunt, his body incredibly rigid as he moved powerfully above her
grunting and groaning through clenched teeth. She felt the abating ember inside
her from her previous orgasm suddenly rage into an inferno. She felt it scorch
her, calling out his name, encouraging him to give her more, to take more and
they crashed over the cliff together. The blissful sensation went on and on
converging into one long stream of marvel capitalized by his jerking member
coating the walls of her womb with his hot seed.

She received him when
he fell on top of her, his body slick with sweat and his breathing harsh in her
ear as if he’d run a marathon. After a while, when both their breathing was
back to normal, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him stilled connected.

“That was wonderful,
though I wanted it to last longer, you little minx!”

Loraine smiled her head
settled over his beating heart, listening to it slowly go back to normal.
“Revenge is sweet!”

He kissed the top of
her head. “Sweeter than I ever thought possible. My sweet little wife,” he
whispered in reverie.

She leaned up to look
at him. His eyes were dark liquid sweat dampened his forehead and his hair in
shiny curls which was a mess from her hands. He looked royally fucked and she
was glad to take the credit for it.

Well, actually half the
credit. She didn’t do much but that was about to change.

She sat up astride him,
careful to keep him inside her. The gleam in his eyes told her he’d caught on
to her plan. She sighed, her entire body trembling when he swelled to full
arousal, completely filling her up.

“You have my full
attention, Mrs. Albury.”

She loved hearing her
new title. Placing her hands on his chest, she answered, “I’m glad. Are you
ready for the ride of your life?”

His hands went up to
her breasts and he pinched her nipples hard. “I’m more than ready.”

Chapter Thirteen

Loraine was startled
awake by the loud crash. It sounded like broken glass, really large glass. She
turned her head to look at Reno and see if he’d heard it but he was sound
asleep with a smile on his face. Smiling she traced the hard edges of his face
with the tips of her fingers. He looked so much like Tyler in his sleep
state—gentle, innocent and harmless. She loved this man so much sometimes it
felt like her heart would burst.

Another crush sounded
from downstairs followed by a child’s cry. Loraine’s entire body went rigid
from terror. That was Tyler. She knew every sound he made and that was one of
fear. Anxious to get to her son, she pushed Reno’s muscular weight off her but
before she could get out of bed, she was pulled back, a heavy hand pressed
against her mouth.

“Hush, don’t move,”
Reno whispered harshly. “Stay here Lori. I think someone is in the house. I’m
going to check things out downstairs. Keep the phone close by, if I’m not back
in three minutes, I want you to lock yourself in the bathroom and call Ruiz and
tell him there is an intruder. Do you hear me?”