Wandering Heart (24 page)

When they
reached the bathroom, he shut the door with his boot heel and
turned to look at her. With a sexy grin, he began taking her
clothes off. First her shirt, then he reached down for her shoes.
Then ever so slowly, her jeans. He seemed to derive great pleasure
from taking that zipper down, she noticed.

"Why, Mr.
Johnson, what do you have in mind?"

"Something I
promised myself we'd find time for. A bath together. Now," he
whispered coming closer and looking directly into her eyes. "I've
undressed you," he said letting her delicate lace bra and silk
panties fall to the floor in a wisp. "It's your turn."

She giggled.
"You're asking for it," she warned playfully as she began
unbuttoning his shirt, and spread it away from him, marvelling at
the big, warm chest he offered her as a pillow. But not to be
distracted, she gently reached for his jeans.

"Uh huh, the
boots first, Angel."

"Oh, sorry."
She smiled sexily, turning so her bare back was against him, as she
reached for his leg and grabbed his boots. Every move she made was
calculated to give him complete pleasure.

She tossed them
in the air one by one, and they landed with a loud, resounding
thud.

His belt and
jeans were next, and he wiggled out of them quickly to her delight.
Slowly she slid all his clothing away. Her fingers slid purposely
over the arousing parts of his body.

They grinned at
each other in satisfaction. Then he gently pulled her into his
arms, "Come here, Mrs. Johnson," he growled.

His voice
sounded like a velvet whisper, as he led her to the tub, and ran
the water. Holding her against him, he nudged her with his
nose.

When the tub
was nearly full, he guided her into the water, following behind and
pulling her solidly against him. The water lapped against them as
the room began to steam.

Holding her, he
leaned back so she could feel the full brunt of him. She sighed
contentedly, her head falling upon his shoulder. She closed her
eyes and enjoyed the closeness.

They hadn't had
a honeymoon but Cooper had made every day feel like one since they
married. His consideration for her feelings didn't stop. He seemed
dead-set on making her feel as loved as possible in every way. And
he found the perfect way to make her happiness complete when he
filed adoption papers for Josh, giving him his name.

"You're a very
sexy man, Cooper Johnson," she purred softly into his ear.

"Am I?"

His hands slid
around her, going up to cup her breast, then with exquisitely slow
fingers, he circled the tips. They immediately tightened into hard
little rose nubs.

She squirmed
against him, pushing herself closer. "Oh, Mr. Johnson."

"Did I ever
tell you what Josh said before he left tonight?"

"No, what?" Her
voice was sultry, laced with the desire he was arousing.

"He said it
looked like our family was already getting bigger, huh, Dad?"

Angela smiled
as Cooper's lips came down against her temple. They were heating up
the water with their lovemaking. He took delight in trickling
rivulets of water over each rose-hued nipple, watching them tighten
with pleasure.

"Maybe we
should get busy making the family bigger, tonight," he
whispered.

"Hmm, suits
me," she replied, as his hand touched and retouched all her gentle
spots.

He lathered a
washrag and proceeded to wash her, slowly methodically working up a
lather. Slowly, his hands went lower, to the moist heat of her, and
he discarded the washrag entirely. She began to squirm and her hips
thrust against his gentle assault. With each thrust his fingers
went deeper inside the sweet treasure she offered him.

"Oh, I want
you, Angel."

"Hmm, I'm glad
we agree," she murmured turning over so that she was on top of him.
The water lapped against their actions.

"I could feel
you before I ever touched you," he whispered into her ear. "At
night," he nipped her earlobe, "I would lay in my bungalow, wanting
you so badly, I could almost feel, almost see, the way you would be
in my arms."

"What a dream
lover you are," she cooed. Funny how the song seemed to drift into
her head as she let herself go into that dream world.

Without warning
he was inside her, but not rushing her, merely taunting her. His
lips sought hers over and over. His teeth played with her bottom
lip, sucking it into his mouth, and savouring it. His hands held
her hips away from him, and then he drove her down so that he was
saturated in her warmth. Angela moaned with the pleasures he
created.

Her lips sought
his nipples, fondling them with her tongue. She felt him jerk, and
she giggled, delighted in the knowledge that she thrilled him
so.

"Oh God, Angel,
I wanted to make this last forever, but you keep doing things like
that and I'll never make it."

She kissed him.
"I can't help it, I'm addicted to the taste of you," she said with
a playful giggle.

Suddenly, he
rolled her over, and she was on bottom as his hands came under her,
pulling her up to him, so tight that there was no air between them.
Deeper and deeper he drove himself into her, sending her cascading
into an unreal world where fairy tales do come true.

His love
spilled into her with a force, and she groaned with contentment, as
she met him full force. They collapsed against each other with
delight.

Falling into a
light sleep, only the cold water woke them. She started to get out,
but he shook his head.

"Oh, we aren't
through yet," he murmured at her ear, his lips slid over the back
of her neck thoroughly before pulling her up in a standing
position.

"No?"

"No," he said,
turning the water on and letting the shower pelt against their bare
bodies.

The look in his
eyes searched deep inside her for her answer.

The room
steamed once more, and so did their awakening desire. Angela smiled
to herself; there was something wildly erotic about being naked in
a shower with a man you loved. The water seemed oblivious to their
plans.

Their lips met
in a wild dance this time, nothing gentle about their movements.
His mouth was everywhere, kissing her into a new submission. She
let her head fall back against the wall, as he continued this
delirious madness. She heard her own moans.

She knew she
couldn't spend enough time showing this man how much he meant to
her. Not just physically, no, that was only a small part of what
she felt. It seemed as though their very souls had mated and become
as one. How could one explain such perfection?

His lips
trailed down her neck, ever so slowly, as the water trickled
against her heated skin. His mouth sought her breast and he sucked
gently against her. Over and over his tongue flicked against the
hard little nubs as he watched them grow and respond to his
teasing.

He smiled to
himself; her body spoke the words of love, like a song, he
mused.

Without
thinking she slid her hand over him, urging him toward her.
Suddenly, he could stand it no longer and he entered her. Without
resistance, Angela straddled him, her legs wrapping around his
backside. It was a wild coming together, but his strength carried
them to rapture.

She ached for
him, devoured him, suckled him, and loved him. He was her dream
lover. Her heart sang as they reached the highest plateaus of
love.

For long,
languorous moments they enjoyed the fireworks, and then spent, they
entwined themselves into each other's arms and let the glory of
their lovemaking carry them into heaven.

His kisses
slowed, but never quite stopped. She was titillated, primed and
ready to submit again and again if he wanted her.

Never had she
felt so free to love a man so openly, so frankly, but with the
complete knowledge that she was one with this man. Their hearts and
minds were joined in a union only God could create.

Instead of
drying her, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the
bedroom. He smiled down into her face as he gently laid her on the
bed, and stared at her body, as though it were an intricate road
map that he needed badly to study. He seemed to memorize every
detail of her. He licked the water from the tips of her breast to
the most private parts of her.

"You are so
much a part of me. I can't tear myself away from you. I'm tired,
and yet, still so hungry for you. The wanting doesn't seem to stop.
Every day with you is better than the day before. Even before
this…before we touched each other, our minds had already
mated."

Without
warning, she echoed the words that tore at his heart and ate up his
control, "You're beautiful, my love."

"And I could
have you for breakfast."

"Promise?"

Without
warning, his head bent, and his tongue touched the velvet folds of
her being, tenderly stroking her. Wallowing in his find. She
groaned, "Oh, Coop."

Her heart
fluttered, her mind reeled with the excitement he aroused in her.
Her nipples hardened instantly, and her hands reached for him.

Her heart
flipped over in her chest, and her hands drove him into her. His
lips were gentle, warming and smooth. His moist, hot, tongue sought
the delicate center of her with a sizzling heat, sending her into a
ball of fire that wanted to devour him whole. He left her
vulnerable and wanton. She'd never been this free before, never
felt this open to a man before. The exposure of her heart was well
protected by this man. She saw it in his eyes, felt it in her
heart, knew it in her soul. They were one…and both completely aware
of it.

No man had
touched her so, known her so well, and pleased her with such
unselfish passion.

Her mind
suddenly splashed with so many different reasons why she had come
to love this man. As a million stars exploded within her, she
realized they had come full circle.

The next
morning, as Cooper fixed their breakfast, she sat on the front
porch swing, rubbing Partner with her bare foot. She thanked God
and heaven for sending her such a man.

"Are you
hungry?" he asked, with a plate in one hand a fork in the
other.

"I'm very full
of love this morning," she said with a smile.

He walked over
to her, plumped a mouth full of eggs in her mouth and smiled. "And
I'm really happy that I've found the home of my dreams, with you
and Josh," he said with such a satisfied smile it stole her
heart.

How could she
have been so blind not to see that this man was the man of her
dreams, this man who would save her son, and love him as his own.
Cooper Johnson was a man who would take the time to fix a dying
relationship between her and her parents and make it come full
circle. A man who promised to be true to her for life, to trust
her, love her and give to her without regard for himself. And he
himself had found a home…with her and Josh, at long last.

She had it all.
Her dream lover had come home...and her wandering heart had found
true love at long last.

THE END

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