Later, as they sipped excellent cappuccino and shared a warm berry tart, he said, “Are you in a hurry to get back?”
“Not especially. Are you?”’
“Nope. Laurie and Jeannie have given me the night off.”
“I’d like to find a ladies’ room, though.”
“Through the door to the left past the bar,” he said, a sly smile on his face.
When she returned, he stood by the table. Something had changed, and she saw that the space beyond the French doors was now lit, its soft light spreading onto the terrace. “Bill’s all settled. Shall we?” he asked, holding out his hand.
Lynn took his hand, expecting to be ushered out the way they’d come in. Instead, he guided her in the opposite direction. As they reached the French doors, Gus threw them open to reveal a beautiful bedroom suite, the queen bed covered in lace strewn with rose petals, the room lit by the light of dozens of candles. “What in the world?” she asked, mouth agape.
“Cool, huh? It’s part of the inn, secluded and well separated from the restaurant proper, but accessible through this walled garden. It’s ours for the night, or as long as we want to stay,” he said, guiding her inside and closing the doors behind them.
“Really?”
“Really.”
With practiced hands, he slid off her top and cupped her full breasts, kissing her silky skin, its citrusy scent intoxicating. “Here’s my girl,” he said, burying his face in her chest as Lynn arched her body to meet his lips. It wasn’t long before all their clothes lay about them and they stood naked, awed by the sight of one another. Lynn was afraid to breathe lest it all be a dream.
“I hope you know how deep my feelings are for you,” he said, capturing her lips as his hands moved everywhere from her neck, down her body, then parting her thighs to probe and tease.
Lynn threw her arms around his neck and whispered, “Take me, now. Rough is fine. I need you inside, filling me, warming me.”
He slipped on a condom, then turned her until she lay stomach down on the edge of the bed, her round full buttocks beckoning him. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, standing above her.
“Yes, take me. Take me, hard and deep,” she whispered, her voice husky and almost unrecognizable.
“Jesus, Lynn,” he said as he crouched and thrust himself into her until he couldn’t go any farther. Lynn cried out, and he gasped, “Oh God, have I hurt you?”
“Don’t stop, Gus, please. Take me, take me, take me!” she begged, and like a rutting bull, he took her full and deep.
She was screaming with orgasmic pleasure when he finally let go, her body convulsed with sensation, suffused with warmth. After their mutual release, he collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulders, whispering, “Oh, my girl, my blessed, blessed girl.”
A few minutes passed, and he pulled them onto the bed, still inside her, cradling her body against his. “Hmm, that feels good,” she whispered moving her hips slowly at first, then more insistently. She smiled as she felt him harden and hoped the condom would hold up as they began a slow, gentler rutting that lasted much longer and ended in a breathless climax, her breasts in his hands, Lynn’s hands grasping the bedpost with white-knuckled pleasure.
“You okay?” he asked, once again kissing her neck, sending shivers of sensation through her.
“Very okay, but you’re doing it again, Gus Casey.”
“With you, I could do it again all night,” he said, then wrapped his arms tightly around her. “You cold?”
“Never.”
They feel asleep nestled in each other’s arms and woke shortly after midnight. “Hey, Lynn,” he said, kissing her shoulder.
“I know… Time to go.”
“Sorry.”
“So am I.”
“How long do we have?” she asked before he withdrew.
“They want me next week, if possible.”
“Isn’t that gonna be hard on the kids?”
“They love Laurie and my folks. They’ll be okay.”
But I won’t, she thought as he slipped out of her, leaving a cold that no matter how hot the day, she would not be able to shake.