The Sunstone Brooch : Time Travel Romance by Katherine Logan (comprehension books .TXT) 📗

company this afternoon and a construction company. She needs a fucking doggie door.” He swiped his thumbs across Ensley’s pink, pebbled tips, and her bottom lip quivered. Hallelujah, now they were getting somewhere.

His mind raced as he wanted more of everything—her rose-scented skin, her kiss, the taste of orange juice on her tongue, and the warm, wet channel between her legs. And he struggled to stay in the moment and not come while she called for more and more.

Everything became violently sensitive. Shudders ripped through his muscles. He thrust harder, deeper, triggering the unmistakable buildup she craved. She cried and clenched, panting, and he loved giving her what she demanded.

Maddie returned with the ball. “Shit!”

Ensley’s climax started, and he threw the goddamn ball, hitting a lamp that crashed to the floor. He didn’t care. The entire house could come down around him as burning breaths rushed in and out of his lungs.

Ensley tightened as she got closer. Her gasps said she needed more of him. She arched and pulsed, and he’d never been so intent watching and feeling her come. Her pouty, reddened lips parted, and her muscles tightened around him, and a wet ball hit his chest just as Ensley cried out. He threw the ball again with such force it could have taken out a window. He couldn’t think past the moment, and if the act of breathing wasn’t part of his autonomic nervous system, he wouldn’t even be doing that.

Her orgasm exploded, and her body vibrated, every muscle taking its turn, clenching and releasing around him, and his body jackknifed into an ocean of ecstasy. Ensley dropped onto his chest, and he held her there, not wanting her to move. Ever.

Minutes ticked by, and reality trickled back in. Every time they made love took him to another dimension, like stepping into the vortex and never knowing what to expect on the other side.

“Did I hear a crash?”

“I broke something. A lamp, I think. I need to sweep up the glass before Maddie steps in it. It’s been an expensive morning—a new garden, fence, doggie door, and now a lamp. If she walks all over the glass, the vet bill could break the bank.”

“I’ll pay for it.”

“Which one? The new garden plantings? The fence? The doggie door? The lamp? The vet bill?”

“All of the above, if Elliott would let me sell something from the cave. But in the meantime,” she laughed, “I’ll buy a new lamp.”

Money wasn’t a problem for either of them. The proceeds from her New York City apartment sale went into her investment portfolio, which Kevin was now managing. And pieces of the Roman treasure would eventually sell, and she’d receive an equal share. Plus, as soon as they were married, Kevin would start moving portions of Austin’s estate into their joint account.

Maddie returned with the ball, and this time when he threw it, the ball sailed through the door, down the hallway, and hopefully landed near her bowl, where she’d forget about playing and eat her breakfast.

“I forgot to tell you that Olivia called while I was outside. She and Connor want us to come to dinner tonight. Matt and Elizabeth are visiting, and Matt wants to talk about TR. Are you up for it?”

“Sure. What’d you tell Olivia?”

“That we’d be there at seven.”

Austin had arranged that phone call in advance, asking Olivia to host a celebratory dinner, but he didn’t tell her what he wanted to celebrate. Knowing Olivia, she probably suspected what was going on and invited the whole damn family. “So you think you know me so well that I’d agree?”

“We go to their ranch twice a week. When have you ever said no? Besides, the kids want you there to cut the ribbon for their new outdoor basketball court.”

“Hmm. That might be more tempting than talking about TR. Matt should be talking to you, not me. Does he know about your book?”

“So far, you’re the only one.”

“You should tell him. He’s a historian and will be a great resource.”

“I’ll probably finish the second draft in few weeks. I’ll talk to him then.”

Austin pushed onto his elbow, pivoted onto his side, and twirled strands of her hair around his finger. “Elliott sent you a surprise. It arrived last night.”

“I didn’t hear a delivery truck.”

I planned it that way.

“You were reading and sipping wine in the bathtub.”

“But you told me you were going to your office. So I was only going to read a chapter. I assumed you were going down the hall.”

He tugged on the curl, pulling her head closer, and gave her a leisurely kiss. “I have several offices.”

“So that means I should ask which one?”

“You could.”

“But you might not tell me the truth?”

Maddie returned carrying her ball. “Here comes your one-trick wonder.” Austin threw the ball again. “JL and my family lied to me, and the truth nearly killed me. So I promise that never, ever will I lie to you.”

She sat up and wrapped her arms around her legs, giving him a very distracting view. “Does that include lies of omission?”

“Does what?”

“Your promise.”

He licked his lips. “I can’t promise that, and neither can you. We’re too protective of each other.”

“So that means if either one of us gets caught in a lie of omission, we should just get over it because neither one of us will commit to never doing it.”

He slipped his hand between her legs and teased her with his fingers. “If the goal is to protect one of us, I’d say yes.”

“Yes, what?”

He inserted one finger, two fingers, and teased her relentlessly. Maybe he could crush another climax out of her, and she’d forget this conversation.

“We should write this down…because one of us…will deny ever agreeing to it.”

Maddie returned with her ball. Enough of this. He picked Ensley up. “Put me inside you. We’re going to the garden.”

He carried her outside, hands on her ass, controlling every move she made. He sat down on a chaise lounge, and she rode him hard. The sounds of