Free Closer to My Heart by Becky Moore Page B

his, shoving his tongue deep inside. He pulled out one last time and his body jackknifed as he thrust hard enough to move her halfway across the table. He slid his hands down to her hips and ground his dick in as far as it would go…then wrenched his mouth away and howled at the moon. He could die a happy man and never know nirvana anywhere else in the world.
     
    After a minute, the paroxysm of his body halted and he folded Jane into a close embrace. Her head was turned to the side and her arms lay loosely at her hips. Her calves dangled off the edge of the table. Luke’s head was bowed and his forehead rested in the valley between Jane’s breasts. He was lying haphazardly across her torso and his feet had fallen asleep.
     
    There were no tears this time. He watched her for a minute, then looked at the garden around them. “You know, your garden really is beautiful in the moonlight.” She smiled. “I think those hydrangeas you pointed out earlier are the same color as your eyes.” And Jane was as delicate, and as lovely, as her precious hydrangeas.
     
    He pushed off Jane’s body and stood on the ground between her relaxed legs and stomped his feet to get the blood flowing again. Her eyes were still closed but she made undistinguishable sounds of protests at the loss of his body heat.
     
    “Come on, Sleeping Beauty,” he said. He lifted her high against his body and carried her inside. “Let’s clean up a bit; then we can relax.”
     
    Instead of walking toward Amber’s apartment, he walked through the family room and towards the hall that led to Jane’s suite at the back of the house. “Amber’s shower is comfortable enough, but I’d rather see how yours works. Is that fine with you?”
     
    She nodded and sighed sweetly. “There’s a bench seat in there. I had the bathroom redesigned when I moved in so I could spend lots of relaxing time in there. It’s one of my favorite rooms in the house.”
     
    “A bench, huh? Sounds like fun.”
     
    Her head rested heavily against his shoulder and Lucas smiled as he walked them back to her room. He was so relaxed. A potent mixture of their fluids was trickling down her legs but she made no move to wipe it away. Still, Lucas didn’t want to get her comforter wet so he carried her in the bathroom with him, lifted the lid on the toilet and sat her on the hollow seat. “You climb in when you’re ready.” She giggled.
     
    He started the shower and adjusted the temperature. Just as he was stepping into the cavernous stall, he heard the sound of Jane’s tinkling and laughed. “Well, thank God I put you on the right seat,” he joked.
     
    “Yeah, well, it was such a perfect spot that I couldn’t let it go to waste.”
     
    Lucas rinsed his body quickly under the spray and sat down on the bench. He groaned before he could stop himself because his legs were sore, and his balls felt a bit bruised.
     
    Jane opened the glass door and stepped in front of him. He moved over to make room for her, but she pointed to his lap and said, “I’d prefer that seat, if you don’t mind.”
     
    He blushed, but shifted his hips down and spread his arms wide so she could do as she wished. Man, they were going to be raw and bruised tomorrow, but it was worth it. After a lazy lovemaking session in the shower, they washed and used one of her big bath towels to dry off. Lucas borrowed her toothbrush and within minutes of climbing into bed, they were both asleep.
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
    “So what kind of book are you working on?” Lucas took a big, sloppy bite of watermelon.
     
    “Oh, it’s a companion piece to my young adult series. An illustrated diary to help kids work on their self-esteem, and confidence.”
     
    She spit a watermelon seed into the garden, far on the other side of her slate patio. It landed about three inches beyond Luke’s in a bed of red Zinnia. She whooped with joy, and didn’t care when some juice trickle down her chin.
     
    “Wow, that’s