Again, he moved fast, giving her no warning as he gripped her hips to plunge into her.
“Oh.” She heard the wonder in her voice, couldn’t have held it in even if she’d wanted to. “Do that again. Please, just like that.”
His answering groan sounded as raw and as desperate as she felt, her name at the center of it. And when he went impossibly deep into her again, his hips slamming into hers, she gasped with pleasure.
So much pleasure that she could hardly believe she’d lived this long without knowing it was there.
“I like it when you do that. I like it so much. So, so much.”
“I do too, sweetheart.” To her ears, his words spoke not just to sex, but to trust, and to a depth of emotion between them she’d never shared with anyone else. “I do, too.”
She trembled, shook, knew she was going to shatter any second. And in the end that was all it took, one more slip, one more slide of his fingers over her br**sts, between her legs, for her to completely break apart, with Ian only moments behind her.
With no breath, or brain cells, left for words, all that existed in their little room above the barn was pleasure, and a connection that was twining deeper and deeper with every laugh they shared, every orgasm that exploded between their bodies…and later, when passion had temporarily run its course and he tucked them both into bed, every quiet moment in each other’s arms.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The sound of giggling outside woke Ian up. “Sounds like we have a couple of little visitors outside.”
Tatiana made a sleepy sound of agreement, then pressed a kiss to the arm he had slung over her body and pushed off the covers so that they could both get out of bed to put on jeans and T-shirts. Her hair was a tangle of curls and her eyes were still heavy-lidded with sleep as she walked over to the door and opened it with a smile.
The little black and white dog bounded in first. Two young twins, a boy and girl that Ian figured were probably around four years old, were staring up at her with big eyes. “You’re pretty,” the little girl said.
“So are you,” Tatiana said as she squatted down to come face to face with the children.
“I’m Sadie. This is Jamie. He’s my brother.”
“I’m Tatiana.” She gestured behind her. “That’s Ian.”
The boy held out a basket of eggs. “We are supposed to bring you these.”
“Our chickens made them,” Sadie informed them both.
“Wow.” Tatiana smiled over her shoulder at Ian. “Look at the marvelous gift our new friends just brought us.” She turned back to the kids. “Does your mommy or daddy know you’re here?”
“Mummy is the one who sent us,” Jamie said as if it should have been obvious. “She said not to bother you, though.”
“Oh, that’s the last thing you could ever do. I’m just happy Ian and I will have someone to share all these eggs with. Do you like to eat them raw or do you think I should cook them?”
They both made a face at the first suggestion, then hollered, “You have to cook them!” in unison, though Sadie had to tell her, “Once I saw my uncle put a raw egg in a drink.”
“Did you ever do that, Ian, to pump up those muscles of yours?”
“Rafe dared me to drink a full glass of raw eggs once.” He shook his head, laughing at himself. “It was disgusting, but he did end up doing my chores for a week when I won the bet, so it was worth it.”
While Tatiana went into the kitchen to start cooking up eggs and bacon for all of them, the kids immediately ran over to the cabinet in the corner and pulled out a box filled with Lego pieces.
“I know how to build a car,” Jamie told Ian.
“I can make an airplane,” Sadie one-upped her brother as she sat crossed-legged on the hooked rug on the pine floor and dug her little hands into the Legos to dump a bunch all around her. “Want me to show you how?”
“You bet.” Ian found a spot on the rug between the kids, both of them talking over each other as they tried to show him the best way to put together a moving vehicle out of the scratched-up, worn Legos in the plastic box. Between Ian and his brothers, they’d probably had nearly every set of Legos as kids, and soon he was reaching over the dog on his lap into the box to make a spaceship of his own.
“I can’t get these two pieces apart!” Sadie whined, so he put down his own creation and focused on helping her with hers.
The way the little girl went from zero to sixty, from happy to frustrated in the blink of an eye, reminded him of his sister Mia when she’d been little. They hadn’t played much with Legos, but she’d been a whiz at Chutes and Ladders and, when she was a little older, Battleship. Oh yes, he thought with a grin, she’d loved to sink his ships.
He looked up, then, to find Tatiana smiling as she watched the three of them and the puppy play together on the floor. “I should have known making Lego spaceships would be yet another talent of yours,” she teased him.
Her skin was flushed from the steam rising off the pans on the little stove top, the small hairs around her forehead curling even more wildly than the others. A little Lego truck driving up his arm made him turn away, but not before he read with perfect clarity the emotion in her green eyes.
More than once she’d told him she loved him. More than once he’d told her it was impossible, that love couldn’t come that fast. But when she called out to them that bacon and eggs were ready and the kids dashed over to squeeze around the small table, moving behind her to stroke her hair and press a kiss to the top of her head was the most natural thing in the world.