Quade's Babies - Brenda Jackson [30]
“Remembered enough?”
She slowly opened her eyes. It seemed his face had inched closer to hers. His lips were just a breath away. “No memories are as good as the real thing,” she said.
“You think not?”
“I do,” she responded.
“And what do you want me to do about it?”
Oh, she knew exactly what she wanted him to do about it, although she knew better. It was an insane thought, but no more insane than the night they had met on the beach. And although he had appeared on her doorstep that afternoon, the first time she had seen him in nearly a year, her body knew him. Her body wanted him. And her body was making her realize that she had never gotten over him.
Knowing he was waiting for her to say something, she leaned up on tiptoe, shifted her hands from his shoulders and wrapped her arms around his neck. “What I want is to relive our perfect lovemaking all over again.”
She felt his erection—large, hard and throbbing—pressed against her. “You sure that’s what you want?” he asked, leaning in closer and using the tip of his tongue to taste the sides of her mouth.
“Yes,” she whispered, now almost too weak to stand.
“Then go ahead and lie on the bed while I run out to the rental car to get my gear. My condoms are packed in there.”
She eased even closer to him, cradling his hardness between her thighs. “They didn’t work so well the last time,” she decided to remind him.
He chuckled softly. “Yeah, I noticed.”
“I’m on the pill now.”
Quade had been surprised to learn that she hadn’t been before. But then on that night he’d also discovered she hadn’t made love to a man in a long time. “I need to bring my stuff in anyway and now is a good time to do it. I might not have the strength for it later,” he said, seconds before lowering his head to kiss her.
He felt his arousal thicken the moment he entered her mouth. He had intended for this to be a gentle kiss, but the moment his tongue took hold of hers, he began sucking hard, needing to do to her tongue what he couldn’t do to her breasts. He heard her moan and the more she did so, his body became filled with ardent need. His kiss went deeper and became far more demanding. Every cell within his body began to tingle and he knew if he didn’t take control of the situation, he would be making love to her right here and now.
Quade slowly pulled his lips back from Cheyenne’s, thinking he could keep right on kissing her, but was too eager to get inside her. “Lie on the bed. I’ll be right back.” And then he was gone.
He was only gone long enough to get his gear out of the car and quickly headed back inside toward Cheyenne’s bedroom, only to stop suddenly in the doorway. She had gotten in the bed like he’d said, but was curled up in a fetal position, fully clothed and fast asleep.
He inwardly pushed away the disappointment to replace it with compassion. More than anything, she deserved her rest. There would be other opportunities for them to make love. He would see to it. Dropping his gear pack on the floor he crossed the room and grabbed a blanket off the chair to cover her.
She made a sound when she snuggled into the covers, but didn’t wake up. He gazed down at her, she was sleeping peacefully. He then remembered another night she had slept peacefully, as well…in his arms after he had made love to her.
Deciding if he didn’t leave her alone now, he would be tempted to remove his clothes and join her in bed, he left the room, taking his gear with him and headed toward the guest room. She’d said the babies would probably sleep through the night and if they did, that was fine. If they didn’t, that was fine, too, since he was there and he could take care of them.
A half hour later, he had checked on the babies and Cheyenne for the third time, loaded the dishes in the dishwasher and