Mine wasn’t the only body morphing for our union.
I’d wanted to see the man who was to make love to me. I did. I saw, and more importantly, I felt him. The hardness of his muscles, warmth of his skin, and tenderness of his touch. His eyes closed as I ran my grasp up and down his steel-hard cock.
Unlike the earlier time in the office, tonight our lovemaking was slow and tender.
My lips opened as Van filled me completely—the only man to do so and the only man I ever wanted.
His rhythm was steady as he took my mind away from our guests, the happenings at Wade, and whatever he hadn’t told me from his office meeting. Gone were concerns about the members of law enforcement due in the morning. Even thoughts of Madison and Phillip disappeared.
My mind, body, and soul were consumed with the pleasure within me, created by one man.
Opening my eyes, I watched Van’s handsome face, mesmerized by the way his expression morphed. His chiseled jaw slacked as his firm lips opened. Donovan Sherman was a beautiful specimen of a man, easy on the eyes, and unlike the first time we’d come together, I now knew so much more about him. Those revelations made him more than handsome. More than successful. More than wealthy. Learning Van’s secrets made him human. Made him real. The fact that he’d shared them with me made him mine.
My back arched as my orgasm built.
Van’s eyes opened.
The gold almost overpowered the green as his curses added to the noises I couldn’t control.
“I fucking love you.”
Words were beyond me as I nodded, and lights brought on by pleasure danced in my vision. Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids.
Reaching for his neck, I held on as Van also found his release. When I eased my grip, I noticed the weariness in his expression from earlier was gone, replaced with calm. Maybe satiation was a better word.
He lowered his nose to mine. “After we’re married, we will need to fuck at least three times a day to make up for the weeks we missed.”
My cheeks rose. “Is that a promise?”
“You won’t get tired of me?”
I shook my head. “Never.”
Breaking our connection, Van rolled onto the pillow at my side, and I curled next to him. “While I’d love to fall asleep in post-orgasmic bliss…” I lifted my head until I was staring into his eyes. “Tell me what is happening at Wade. What did you and Lena discuss?”
“You should do what you said in the kitchen.”
“What did I say?”
“That you’d call your parents. Things have moved on without us paying attention.”
“Just a minute.” Lifting the covers, I climbed down from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. After taking care of a few things, I located my nightgown on the hallway floor and pulled it over my head, easing my arms through the spaghetti straps. Finally, I made my way back to our large bed, fluffed the pillows, and sat against the headboard. “I’m ready.”
Van grinned. “I liked it better when you were naked.”
“I want to know what’s happening and based on our track record, both of us naked won’t accomplish the sharing of information.”
Inhaling, Van joined me, our backs against the large headboard. We’d left the blinds open. The light of the moon colored our suite in a blue hue. “As you know, I’d given Lena carte blanche control.” He shrugged. “I can say with most certainty I never thought we’d ever need those provisions. I never thought I’d be incapacitated to the point of not running my company.”
I remembered something. “Vicki said the Butlers and my parents had a falling-out. She said the Butlers are selling.”
Van nodded. “Lena created a panic situation at Wade.”
I turned his way. “What? Why? You said you could trust her.”
His lips formed a straight line. “I hope to God her plan works.”
“What is her plan?”