Page 45 of The Silver Fox
Her broad grin dimpled her cheeks. “You asked for it, lover. ‘Show me.’ Well, I tried!”
“You did ve—ry well, sweetheart. Now, let’s take it from the top. We have a lot of making up to do!”
Making up they did, and then some. When they finally rested together, she knew the most complete sense of fulfillment she’d ever known. This present fulfillment had a past and a future from which it derived even greater enrichment.
Much, much later, with her hands wound around his muscled torso stretched lean and long beside her, she looked up at him. Her face bore the flush of passion, her eyes the emerald brilliance of love. “Youdobelieve it will work, don’t you, Sloane?”
She had never before seen such utter confidence on his face. “Iknowit will. Don’t you know anything about the fox?” His enjoyment of her stunned expression was tempered by the profound implication of his words. “He mates only once, and then for life. Will you share my lair, Justine?”
Darkness permeated the room as she rolled over in the large bed and groped blindly for him. The emptiness beneath her hand alarmed her. “Sloane?” she called softly, then raised her voice. “Sloane?” With a smooth sweep, the covers fell back and she staggered from the bed, half-asleep, toward the closed door of the bedroom. Just as she reached it, it opened quickly, knocking her backward, throwing her off a balance which only Sloane’s strong hands restored.
“Are you all right?” he asked in alarm, drawing her into the warm haven of his arms, kissing the pale copper crown of her head.
“I’m fine. Up to my old calamities. But I was worried. Where were you? I didn’t hear any noise …”
“Another fact about the fox, my dear,” he crooned, holding her to his side as he moved toward the bed, “is that he shares the duties of raising the young with his mate.”
“The baby? Did he wake up?” Her arms slid around the solid column of her husband’s neck. In an endearingly comfortable move, he lifted her into his arms, covered the few remaining feet to the bed, then laid her gently down.
“All fed and changed.” He grinned in self-satisfaction. “And soundly back to sleep.”
Her eyes glowed, even in the darkness, “You’re a wonder, Sloane! And you’ve got to go to work tomorrow!”
“So do you, sweetheart.” Pride surged within him as he visually devoured the graceful curves of his wife’s body.
“Only part-time, though—”
“You need your rest, anyway. After all, you also have to contend with me and my son after hours. That’s quite an undertaking.”
Justine snuggled happily against him. “I love you!” she sighed in pure delight, breathing in the musky smell of him as though it were her sustenance.
Sloane angled up to better study her features, dim-lit by the night-light in the hall. “Are you sure? It’s been almost two years. Are you still sure?”
“More sure than ever!” she replied, free of all doubt, all hesitancy, all fear.
Smiling in triumph, she burrowed more deeply against her love, her life, her soul mate. The Silver Fox may have stolen her heart, but he had given his own in return. No vixen could ask for more.
