Wolfe Wedding by Joan Hohl Read Free Book Online Page B

Silly question.
    “The bed. The couch. The floor.” He made a quick hand gesture. “The kitchen table.”
    She blinked. “I’ve never made love on a kitchen table. I’ve heard of it, of cour—Oh!” she softly exclaimed as he deposited her on top of the table.
    “I’ll be happy to expand your experience,” he said, unfastening her jeans and tugging them down, over her hips. Within seconds, her jeans and panties were lying in a heap on the floor, and his jeans and briefs were bunched somewhere around his knees.
    Sandra sucked in a breath as Cameron moved into position between her thighs; in comparison tohis aroused body, the table didn’t seem nearly as hard as it had moments before.
    Bending over her, he tormented her into readiness for him with his body and his mouth.
    Sandra moaned, deep in her throat, when his teeth gently raked her aching nipple and the tip of his manhood nudged against her mound.
    Hot and moist, eager to again experience the thrill of feeling him inside her, filling her, Sandra raised her hips, inviting his possession.
    There was an instant’s pause, the rustle of clothes as he kicked free of his jeans, the sound of tearing foil, then a murmured curse from Cameron.
    Reaching out, Sandra stroked his hips, his tautly muscled buttocks and thighs.
    Cameron shuddered in response, then plunged, deep, straight to the core of her desire.
    It was fast, and furious, and utterly satisfying. In unison, they cried out in joyous release.
    The purple shadows of encroaching evening dimmed the interior of the cabin as Cameron gently cradled Sandra in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
    Pearly pink dawn revealed a tangle of bedclothes and bodies sprawled across the bed.
    The softly creeping light bathed Cameron’s face, waking him. In turn, he woke Sandra with a creepingseries of soft kisses, to her face and neck and breasts.
    She stirred, stretched, and languidly wound her arms around his neck.
    “You missed my mouth,” she scolded, pouting.
    “You’re right,” he agreed, kissing his way to her lips. “I missed it all night.”
    His morning kiss was cool, gentle, heartwrenchingly tender. A warm moisture stung her eyes.
    “That was lovely,” she murmured on a sigh when he raised his head to gaze into her misty eyes.
    “And so are you,” he said, swooping to brush his lips over her sparkling wet lashes. “I could continue kissing you all day…” He lifted his head again, and gave her a teasing smile. “But you’d soon get tired of the growling demand for food from my stomach.”
    Sandra smiled back at him. “Is this your way of telling me that you’re hungry?”
    “Famished.” Startling her with the sudden swiftness of his movement, Cameron swept back the covers and literally leaped from the bed. “I’ll cook,” he offered, striding for the bathroom. “Why don’t you go back to sleep until breakfast is ready?”
    “Wait!” Her cry brought him to a stop, hand extended for the doorknob. “I’m slept out.” Scrambling from the bed, she slanted a twinklingglance at him. “Besides, I’d much rather shower with you.”
    His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “I’m not sure I can trust you. Do you promise to be good?”
    Her smile mirrored the one he had given her in the kitchen last evening.
    “I promise to be terrific.”
    Laughing and kissing, Sandra and Cameron lathered, and bathed, and satisfied each other’s bodies.
    Cameron cooked steaks on the outside grill for breakfast. Firmly refusing to even consider fat and calorie content, Sandra prepared fried potatoes and scrambled eggs on the side.
    The meal was every bit as satisfying as their romp in the shower, if in a different manner.
    After the meal was finished and the dishes were cleared away, they donned jackets and hiking boots and left the cabin to explore the terrain surrounding the building nestled in the foothills.
    Their laughter ringing on the crisp spring air, they trudged hand in hand, stepping with care on the