Page 48 of Into The Rabbit Hole

She laughed as he lifted her up in his arms and the loose bun on her head became looser. By the time he carried her over to the table and set her down on it, the gorgeous hair he loved so much tumbled carelessly down her shoulders in a soft, sparkling, golden mass. He liked putting her on here because it put her at a decent height. He took her lips, enjoying the softness of them on his, telling her without words how much he loved her. She kissed him back with a sharp need that aroused him further and made the world recede aroundthem.

They kissed open-mouthed, panting as their bodies worked. He pulled her top over her head and took a moment to gaze at her naked breasts. He liked when she didn’t wear a bra. Fewer things to takeoff.

The saucy look she gave him told him she wanted him, too, and she was eager for him to explore her. That was an invitation he rushed to accept. He kissed his way around the perfect points of her nipples, eliciting those little sounds she made that drove him insane and fed his hunger. Then he worked his way down to her thighs. She lifted herself up for him so he could slide her shortsoff.

His eyes rested on the pink lace of her thong. Pink, his favorite color on her. Again he took a moment to enjoy how she looked, taking a mental picture of her that he never wanted toforget.

That only made him harder. Wade lowered to her again and nuzzled the inside of her thighs, reaching for that most womanly and secret part of her that he knew belonged to him. She arched into him and moaned with pleasure, making him decide to cut the foreplay he had in mind short. They had all day forthat.

Her autumn eyes clouded in a sexual haze, molten with desire as he pulled his trousers down and unleashed the length of his arousal for her. He pushed aside her panties, impatient with need, and slid into her opening, plunging into a wet heat that gripped him. She wrapped her legs around him as he held onto her and his relentless thrusts rammed intoher.

Hunger matched hunger as he moved with her, pumping slowly at first then faster as their bodies demanded more. It was always the same. The need to consume her, the need to have everything that was her. They both cried out as he hammered into her. The hot rush of need commanding them and their movements. She moaned his name, whispering for more, and he becamelost.

Lost in the moment, lost in the action, lost inher.

Time stood still, like always. It just froze and he felt the last shred of consciousness leave him. All he could hear and feel were the sounds of passion that escaped them as they gasped, moaned, and writhed in the lock of their madembrace.

His mind only came back to him when a wild orgasm ripped through her and she tightened and writhed against him. It happened again and the urgent need to fight the rush that built up within him surfaced, making him feel like he was going to explode. He moved faster and harder, propelling her towards a desperate climax. A bone-deep growl of pleasure burst from him and he clasped her hips, pulling her hard into that final thrust of blood-pumping heat that erupted, violent and virile. They came together in mutual surrender, leaving them both gasping and shuddering at the waves that rippled betweenthem.

Wade was breathing so hard he couldn’t catch his breath. He didn’t think it was possible, but every time he made love to her it was better than the last. And like every other time, he felt the need for more. Before she could even talk, he lifted her up and carried her upstairs to the shower, where they could get ready for the nextsession.

* * *

Perfection.There was no improvement on that, wasthere?

Wade had never heard of anything better than perfect. So what did thatsuggest?

Another day had passed. It was morning again and he watched Chloe, asleep in hisarms.

It was very early. He’d put the time at five or six because he’d just watched the sun rise in all its glory, signaling the dawn of a fresh day with any number of possibilities. It compelled him to think about their lives in a different way. It hit like pure truth that this was his life now. This was how he wanted it to be. With her. WithChloe.

Life for him didn’t get much better than being with her, and that was anywhere she was. Wherever that wouldbe.

He hated being away from her, and yes, he knew there were all sorts of things going on beyond his house, but he had to think about his relationship with her. Wade wanted her to be his future. She’d been his past, she was his present, and he was determined to live the rest of his life with her, making herhappy.

But there were a lot of things that had to be fixed first. There were a lot of things he had toface.

Today was Merissa’s funeral. His father had told him days ago when he saw him and it was in the back of Wade’s mind. Wade knew he wasn’t invited, but he wanted to attend. He didn’t think that her family would throw him out, but he had to be sensitive to their needs and the situation. It was a delicate one, a very delicate one that still pained hissoul.

It was an hour after he and Chloe got up that he decided to talk about it. He sat her down in the sitting room and told her hisplans.

“I was thinking of stopping by the cemetery tomorrow,” heexpressed.

She nodded with understanding. “Do you want me to go withyou?”

“No, you go see your friends or enjoy the break from me.” Hesmiled.

“I had a long and terrible break from you, Wade, that I hated.” She grimaced, then put out her hand to touch his face. “I understand. I understand, and I’m sorry for everything that’s happened to you. I know it can’t beeasy.”

“This has been the hardest time of my life. The last five years have been hell.” He looked down and focused on the groove of the wood in the fireplace for a second. Every day he thought of them. His son and Merissa. Two lives lost because of him. He didn’t think he’d ever stop blaming himself. It was a guilt that would be thereforever.

“Talk to me,” she whispered, directing his attention back tohers.

Talk. Yes, he would. Not talking was what landed him in trouble in the firstplace.

“I wish that I could go back and change things. I would have left, never gotten involved with Merissa in the first place. I ruined herlife.”

“You can’t say that, Wade.” Concern filled her beautifulface.