“She doesn’t hear anything once she falls asleep. There was a bad thunderstorm earlier this spring. The thunder was so loud it shook the house. She slept straight through it,” I chuckle. “As sleepy as she was after her bath, there’s no way we could’ve disturbed her.”
I reluctantly separate our bodies and pick her up in my arms as I stand. By the time we reach my bedroom door, I’m ready to experience everything that is Layne Elliott all over again. Crawling over her after I lay her down in my bed, I grasp one leg behind her knee, push it forward, and slide inside her. I push to the hilt and greedily accept her moans of pleasure.
“You are my addiction. I don’t ever want to be cured,” I murmur against her soft skin. “Stay with me tonight. Don’t go.”
“If you want me to stay, I won’t leave.”
Something in her tone catches my attention. Does she want me to ask her to stay in Oak Grove with me? Can I expect her to give up the life and career she’s built in New York and permanently move here with me?
What would my answer be if she asked the same of me?
I continue to rock into her, ravenous for her touch, her scent, and her sounds. Fuck, her moans, whimpers, and screams in the throes of passion just about make me lose control. Many times, I cover her mouth with mine and swallow her cries to help buffer the noise level.
She whispers, sounding so sexy, and her fingernails dig into my skin when her * clenches around my cock. “I’m coming. Come with me, baby. Now!”
Damn, it’s impossible for me to deny that request. After the last drop is released, I reluctantly leave the softness of her body, roll over onto my back, and pull her into my side. Her head rests at the junction of my shoulder and chest, her leg is thrown over mine, and her splayed hand lies directly over my heart.
Her words from earlier return to me and make me feel ten feet tall. “So, you see me in your future, huh?” I ask with exaggerated cockiness.
I feel her smile against my skin. “Yes, I definitely see you when I think about the future.”
“In your vision of this future…” I pause for dramatic emphasis. “Am I naked?”
Chapter Sixteen
Layne
Our outburst and subsequent heart-to-heart discussion were apparently exactly what we needed. Every day this week, Ace has sent multiple text messages throughout the day just to say he missed me, ask how my day was going, or a random message to simply let me know he was thinking of me. I’m positively being spoiled by the romantic side of Ace Sharp.
River and I decide to go into town for lunch at the diner. Tara is working and her pregnant belly is substantially bigger than the last time I saw her. She greets us with a sweet smile and tells us to pick a table. The diner is oddly quiet at this time of day, but that’s fine with me.
I’m still considered an outsider here, and some of the locals openly gawk at me. Some have even tried to conjure up some wild tale to explain why I’d pick Oak Grove of all places. I overheard one young boy saying he heard I was in the witness protection program and hiding from the mafia. He sounded sufficiently impressed with the make-believe backstory. Knowing that, I fully realize there are multiple rumors being spread about me.
There’s no doubt the rumors have increased since everyone clearly knows Ace and I are a couple now.
“I haven’t seen the two of you in a while. What have you been up to?” Tara asks as she approaches.
“Catching frogs and crawdads,” River replies.
“You’re having all the fun. Why can’t I do that instead of working here?” she asks River.
“You can. Just quit.” River shrugs.
We both get a chuckle out of her “isn’t it obvious?” reply. Tara takes our order and delivers our food within minutes. After we finish eating, we walk to the playground and I take several pictures of River to text to Ace. We move from the merry-go-round to the swings to the slides. There are a few other moms and kids milling about, but most everyone who isn’t working seems to be at the river park beaches.
An elderly woman approaches us and strikes up a conversation with me. “How are you liking our fair city?”
“It’s wonderful. I’ve fallen in love with it.” I finally recognize her from my first day in town. Louise—the judge’s wife.
“It looks like you’ve fallen for more than just our little town.” She chuckles and inclines her head toward River.
“Is it that obvious that I’m wrapped around her little pinkie?”
“It sure is, honey. But I’d say she feels the same way about you, too.” Louise has a twinkle in her eye and a genuine warmth in her demeanor. “Where’d you say you’re from again?”
“New York.”
“Do you work?”
“Yes, I’m a lawyer,” I admit.
“What a noble profession,” she winks. “I don’t think George knows that. He’d probably be very interested to talk to you about the kinds of cases you’ve worked on.”
“Sure. That’d be great. I’d love to pick his brain, too.”