Page 82 of Preying Game

Don’t make me desperate. She lifted her hips to help him get rid of her pants and panties as she worked on his belt buckle and the button behind it.

Quickly she freed him from his dark pants and squeezed and stroked his length, bringing him to the same fever pitch she felt.

They were in too much of a hurry to undress further. In seconds he was inside her. And seconds after that, they both climaxed, calling out as intense pleasure swept through them.

He gathered her to him and rolled to his side, and they lay locked together, still kissing and caressing.

When she drew in a breath, he raised his head. “What?”

“We forgot about a condom.”

“I thought we were using them because we didn’t know if you could stay with me. But now you are, right?”

She felt his sudden tension. “Yes.”

“Thank God.” He cleared his throat. “So the next thing we should settle is—when are we getting married?”

“When do you want?”

“As soon as possible.”

“I guess this is as good a time as any to test out that ID Decorah got for me.”

She hugged him to her, so glad that the uncertainty hanging over them was gone—and they were free to live the lives that . . .”

The lives that were our destiny, he said in her mind, repeating her thought. Even though we met on a reality radio show.

She giggled and said aloud. “So if this place is private enough to make love, we might as well take advantage of it again.”

“You read my mind,” he agreed, bringing his mouth down to hers for a long, lingering kiss.