Bayou Baby (Butterfly Bayou 2) - Page 62

He reached for her, but her head came up, giving him a shake. “No. Do you remember what you told me last night?”

He did. When he’d realized he couldn’t make love to her again because he’d run out of protection, he’d had her lie back and he’d spent a whole lot of time making sure she understood how much he could give her. “I told you it was my time.”

She nodded with the wickedest grin on her face. “Yes, you did. This is my time, Harry.”

She lowered her lips to his chest again and he relaxed back. It was beyond obvious that his lady believed in equal time, and he meant to give it to her. She seemed intent on exploring him with all the thoroughness he’d explored her with the night before.

Everywhere she touched him, his skin lit up, sensitizing places he’d never thought of as erotic before. When she kissed his elbow, he had to hold back a groan. The same with his knees. And when she laid a tender kiss where his right leg ended. It wasn’t pretty. It was scarred and the skin around it oddly smooth. But she kissed his stump like it was utterly perfect.

She was the perfect one, and no scar could take that away from her. He’d kissed her surgical scar the night before, letting her know it didn’t distract from how gorgeous she was. She was telling him the same thing. He was enough for her.

He was in so deep with this woman. Now he knew he’d never really been in love before. He’d liked women, felt a certain affection for his girlfriends, but it was nothing compared to the passion he had for Seraphina Guidry.

Then he wasn’t thinking about anything at all because her mouth closed over him and pleasure made his eyes close so he could concentrate on how he felt. Desired. Wanted.

Over and over Sera worked her magic. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t hold out another moment.

“Baby, I’m going to . . .”

“Yes,” she murmured, the words rumbling along his skin and making it harder and harder to stay in control. “That was my plan.”

She settled back in and he let go, tangling his hands in her hair and giving her everything he had.

After the tremors had subsided, a glorious languor thrummed through his system. “Come here.”

She slid up against him, cuddling down.

For a moment, all was right with the world.* * ****

Sera started at the knock on the door. She’d just finished cleaning up, but she hadn’t expected Harry back so soon. He’d been planning on going to the nearest fast-food place to grab some breakfast sandwiches. She glanced at the clock. It had only been fifteen minutes, but he must be quick.

It had been fifteen minutes and she’d missed him.

She was in way too deep when she still wasn’t even sure she could stay in town. But then wouldn’t it be easier to start a new life somewhere else if she had Harry with her?

She shook off the questions because it was far too early to be thinking that way, especially since she knew Celeste would do her best to keep them apart. There would be a whole bunch of worries to deal with the minute they drove over the bridge this morning. Telling her mother she was dating Harry was the least of what she would have to deal with. She was taking the next hour or so to revel in the peace they had left before the storm. Because there was no doubt the storm was coming.

She threw open the door to let her boyfriend in and realized the storm was already here. Celeste Beaumont stood there dressed in a chic business suit, a Chanel necklace, shiny pumps, and a handbag to complete the feminine-power ensemble.

She had a frown on her perfectly made-up face as she glanced inside the cheap motel room. “Seraphina, is my nephew here?”

She shook her head, wondering if she could get out of this. She wasn’t ready for this showdown. “No. Harry isn’t here.”

It wasn’t a lie. He wasn’t here. Now.

Celeste took her sunglasses off with a sigh and waltzed into the room like she owned it. “Then where is he? And don’t tell me you don’t know. If you’re planning on dating him, you have to stop acting like a sad mouse every time I walk into a room. Stand up straight, child.”

Her spine reacted to the words, her shoulders going back. “I’m not a child.”

Celeste nodded her way. “Yes, that’s a much better tone to take. You sound like a woman. Now, where is my nephew?”

She wished she were wearing something besides that dumb beer T-shirt, but she’d kind of planned on seducing Harry into taking a shower with her before they headed back home. So she was left standing in front of the dragon without a bit of armor. But the mouse insult kind of pissed her off. “He’s getting breakfast. He should be back soon.”

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