Page 42 of Louisiana Protector

He smiled, one of his soft smiles that dove straight into her heart. “Is this okay? I just wanted to get some real alone time with you and maybe add in a little nostalgia.”

“It’s fine,” she replied softly. “It really is like stepping into the past.”

He smiled. “Those were the best of times. Now why don’t you have a seat, and I’ll pour you a glass of wine?”

“That sounds lovely.” She sank down on the soft blanket. He took off his holster and gun and set them aside, although they remained within reach.

He grabbed the wine bottle and poured them each a serving in crystal glasses. He unwrapped the meat and cheeses and set the tray between them. Picking up his glass, he clinked it with hers. “To us,” he said.

She echoed the toast and took a sip. For the next thirty minutes or so, they talked about their days and ate from the tray.

After that, he began to ask her questions about Danny. He wanted to know about all the time he had missed with the little boy. She told him what Danny had liked to eat as a baby and what he hadn’t liked. She told him about the little boy’s sleeping patterns. She shared with him what had made Danny laugh when he’d been a baby and how he’d loved to play peekaboo. She shared all kinds of things with him about the little boy who was his son.

Thankfully, he didn’t ask again if Danny was his, and so she didn’t have to lie to him.

He recovered the last of the meat and cheese and then poured them each another glass of the wine. She began to tell him funny stories that happened at the grocery store, and in turn, he related humorous things that happened with his work.

Their laughter warmed her heart. They had always spent a lot of time laughing together. Their shared sense of humor had always been one of the things that drew her to him.

However, it didn’t take long before other emotions began to rise up inside her. The talk and the laughter had felt intimate, but the heady scent of him and the glow in the beautiful depths of his sapphire eyes created the desire for further intimacy. She didn’t know what the future held for the two of them, but in this moment, she wanted him.

He seemed to sense the shift in her mood. He reached out and slowly ran a finger down the side of her face. “You look so beautiful tonight, Mimi,” he said softly. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please,” she replied. She released a sigh of pleasure as he pulled her close into his arms and then took her mouth with him.

He tasted of chilled white wine and sweet hot desire. She opened her mouth to him, her pleasure climbing higher as their tongues swirled wildly with each other.

His hands moved up and down her back, heating her with a fire each place he touched. He released her hair from the high ponytail, allowing it to spill over her shoulders. He tangled his hands in it as his mouth claimed hers once again.

She knew they were going to make love, and she wanted it, she desperately wanted him. She wasn’t making him a forever promise, but she was promising him this one night.

As their kiss continued, her heart raced, and she ran her hand up and down his broad back.

He finally broke the kiss and gazed at her, his eyes filled with a blazing hunger. “I want you, Mimi,” he whispered fervently.

“I want you, too,” she replied, her voice also a whisper of sheer desire. Putting action to her words, she began to unbutton his shirt.

He remained perfectly still as she unfastened each one, slowly exposing more and more of his beautiful bare chest. She leaned in and kissed each inch of warm skin she uncovered. She loved the scent of his skin and the way it tasted. She also loved his swift intake of breath as she continued until all the buttons were undone and she was able to push the shirt past his shoulders and off of him.

Once again, he claimed her lips with his in a kiss that half stole her breath away and dizzied her senses. As the kiss consumed her, he ran a hand across her breasts.

Despite the dress and her bra, her nipples hardened and rose up as if eager for his touch. When the kiss ended, she wanted to be naked with him.

She reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress. In one smooth motion, she pulled it up and off her. She tossed it to the side and then turned to see him taking off his jeans. He’d kicked off his shoes, and she leaned down and quickly took her sandals off.

With him in only a pair of navy blue boxers and her wearing only her wispy white bra and panties, she went back into his embrace.

She loved his body with its contoured muscles and six-pack abs. Her bare skin loved his as their legs tangled together and her hands stroked his bare back. It didn’t take long before she wanted more…far more from him.

She reached back and unfastened her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders. She tossed it next to her dress.

Johnny immediately covered her breasts with his hands, his thumbs toying with her erect nipples. He leaned down and captured one of the tips with his mouth. A moan of sheer pleasure escaped her as her hands splayed in his thick hair.

First one and then the other, he toyed with and licked and sucked on her nipples, creating electric currents running from her breasts to the very center of her being.

His hands slid down the flat of her stomach and ran back and forth across the top of her panties.

“Take them off, Johnny,” she said breathlessly, ready to be completely naked with him.