But he still hung back, which Lani could not understand, but just in case he’d suddenly turned shy she rolled across the sleeping bag and reached up to drag him down on top of it and on top of her.
“Wait,” he muttered. “Are we going to do that withdrawal thing again? Because I don’t think-”
“Shhh.” She put her lips to his ear and began to nibble the lobe. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Listen,” he said in a low grumble, “I don’t want you to stop me in the middle of it. You’re my wife. I want to enjoy you to the fullest.”
“And I want you to shut up,” she said and gave him a sharp nip to the earlobe as punishment. “Just shut up and enjoy.”
He was still on top of her but at her words he relaxed against her, giving her free reign to explore the inner curves of his ear then slide her tongue to taste the rain-flavored skin of his neck.
When Ridge sighed she shifted beneath him and he took her cue, taking his weight off her and rolling over onto his back so she could explore him fully.
Lani didn’t hesitate to take him up on his invitation. Climbing on top, she straddled his h*ps then leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss that stole all his air. Then when he was sufficiently weakened she moved down, letting her nipple graze his chest, taking pride in the way she was making the goose bumps rise up on his skin. Tonight, though, she wasn’t going to linger. As the thunder rumbled outside their nylon tent and as the rain pelted its surface she went straight for her goal. She slid down Ridge’s body and grabbed fistfuls of his boxers and dragged them off him, all the way down his legs and off his feet.
His final garment gone Lani was just about ready to climb back up his body but then she changed her mind. Why not take the scenic route?
And so she paused to plant a soft kiss on top of his foot, smiling when he did a little squirm in response. Next she moved up his legs, the soft hairs tickling her lips as she covered his shins, his knees and then his thighs with butterfly kisses, his soft sighs giving her ample reward.
She moved up along his side over the smoothness of his h*ps and up to his waist and then she reached up to capture his ni**les between her fingers, pinching and taunting them until she had him writhing from the pleasure of it all.
Before he could recover she was back on top of him, straddling his h*ps but never releasing his stiff buds and as she felt the heat of his hardness pressing up against her moistened core she sank down onto it, impaling herself.
“Aah.” Like he’d just been dropped into a vat of hot oil Ridge gasped out loud and his body jerked up, his back arching, his h*ps rising to drive him deeper inside. “Oh, Christ, you feel so good.”
At her husband’s strangled cry Lani’s mouth went dry and she began to move, rocking her body on his, watching his chest heave as he sucked in air.
And as she moved Ridge began to move with her, meeting her stroke for stroke, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in air, his eyes never leaving her face.
Her hands splayed on the broad muscles of his chest, Lani rode him, taking all the pleasure she’d denied herself for so long.
Then, just as she approached her peak Ridge began to pant then he groaned out loud. “Lani, are you sure? I can’t stop-” His voice broke off because instead of slowing down she quickened her pace, driving him on to that point where there would be no turning back.
Taking full control, Lani pushed until she was over the edge, tumbling down into a whirlpool of ecstasy, dragging Ridge along with her.
As he found his release Ridge uttered a groan so deep and then he was reaching for her, pulling her down and clutching her to him, crushing her against his chest.
For a long while they stayed like that, clinging to each other, their bodies shuddering in the final throes of ecstasy. And then, as the seconds passed into a minute and then two, their breathing calmed and they relaxed into each other’s arms.
As Lani lay on top of Ridge, her cheek resting against his chest, he reached his hand up and gently stroked her hair. “Thank you,” he whispered. “That was out of this world.”
And as she listened to the words as they rumbled in his chest she didn’t lift her cheek from where it lay just over his heart. Instead, she snuggled even closer, tightened her arms around Ridge, and smiled.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Ridge awoke next morning, the memory of his pleasurable night with Lani still fresh in his mind, he smiled and reached out for her. He came up empty-handed. All he felt on the sleeping bag beside him was air.
Frowning, he opened his eyes. And then he smelled it – the familiar fragrance of fried eggs wafting into the tent. He smiled and relaxed back onto the padded surface of the sleeping bag. Lani had gotten off to an early start. She was busy making breakfast, playing little wife. He liked that. It actually made the tent and this wild environment feel like home.
Ridge rubbed the sleep from his eyes then got onto his hands and knees and crawled out of the tent. The earth was still damp from the rain but the sun was out and burning bright. The heat would be drying up the moisture in no time.
“Hey, honey. We’ve got breakfast ready for you.”
Ridge looked up to see Lani looking fresh as a daisy in khaki trousers and white T-shirt, waving to him and smiling. Like she’d timed him perfectly she was holding a tin plate piled high with powdered eggs, strips of beef jerky and slices of bread she’d probably toasted over the open fire.
Ridge couldn’t have asked for a better breakfast. Smiling, he got to his feet and lifted his arms in a leisurely stretch. “I’m so hungry I could eat all of that plus the plate it’s on.”
Lani laughed. “The food, you can eat, but not the plate. We’re going to need it for later. Now go clean up then come get your breakfast before Aurelio and I gobble it down.”
Ridge took her warning seriously. With a grin he headed off toward the stream but within minutes he was back and reaching for his plate. Then he found a comfortable seat on top of a rock and settled down to enjoy the meal his wife had prepared.
He’d gobbled down almost half the plate of food when he realized that Aurelio and Lani were just sitting there watching him, the same weird expression on each of their faces.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, his voice muffled with the piece of toast he’d just bitten into. He swallowed. “Were you guys supposed to get some of this?”
“No, we ate. Waiting on you.” Aurelio gave him a grave look.