Page 5 of Hot Times in Heart Falls, Vignettes Vol 3

She curled her arms around his neck. “Which wall first?”

Fuck that. The truth was he didn’t have the patience for gymnastics tonight. “Walls later. Now I want you under me, screaming my name.”

“Fireplace?”

Hell, yes. Luke all but jogged to the area, Kelli laughing the entire time.

They’d been brilliant when they’d designed the house, even though some had questioned why they basically had two living spaces almost on top of each other.

One was a living room, a place for family and friends to gather. This cozy space to the side, with two easy chairs and a more intimate setting, was for him and Kelli. They had a fire in the airtight stove every morning, with quiet conversations and plenty of time to grow together.

Bonus? It had turned out to be a fantastic spot to get down and dirty.

Kelli’s amusement was clear, but so was the heat in her eyes as he carefully lowered her feet to the floor in front of the fire he’d lit after supper.

She curled her fingers into the material of his T-shirt and tugged him toward her. “You need to be naked.”

“Only parts of me,” he pointed out, waggling his brows.

“All of you,” she corrected, brushing her lips over his with a promise of more. “I want to see everything. The way firelight looks on that sexy body of yours should be illegal.”

“Oh?” Luke ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his chest. “I hope you need to look really close.”

“Absolutely.” Kelli traced a finger down his chest, lingering on his stomach muscles.

A shiver rolled over his skin. God, what this woman did to him.

She undid the button on his jeans, unzipping them just far enough to slip her hand under the fabric and cup his cock.

Luke moaned. “Fuck.”

A soft laugh escaped her as she magically kept hold of him and eased his jeans off his hips. They fell to the floor, and he somehow kicked them off even as Kelli adjusted her grip to stroke more firmly.

Pleasure jumbled through him at her touch, at the soft stroke of her skin under his palms as he filled his hands with her breasts. Kelli threw the soft quilt off her chair to the floor, and they ended up on it in a tangle of limbs and lips.

Need and desire, heated touches and passionate kisses, all bathed in firelight glow. Kelli straddled him and eased herself onto his shaft.

They both groaned. Then their gazes met, and they laughed.

Luke’s hands fisted on her hips as Kelli undulated over him. The feel of her sex surrounding him was everything physical sensation could offer, but it was the more that made this perfect.

The laughter in her voice, the care in her touch. The little sounds that escaped her as he rocked upward and met her stroke for stroke.

The trust between them. Growing bigger and bigger every moment, every day, every year.

“I love you.” He said the words while staring into her face.

Her eyes brightened just seconds before she gasped, head falling back as her pussy tightened down on him with a demand he couldn’t ignore. He gave in to the release that tore out of him with a heat that all but melted his bones.

Kelli draped herself over him, the fire crackling nearby. Their breath still ragged, but contentment a blanket that covered them with as much heat as the fire.

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Sparks flew up the chimney and out into the night. Caught by the wind, they danced for a few brief moments before dying. The ashes were carried on the wind toward the small cottage across from the other two homes. Here the mood was far more somber…

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Tucker stirred the soup in the pot on the stove and tried not to get caught constantly peeking at Ginny. It was tough, though. So tough.