LOTTIE...

CHAPTER 6.

Once outside Miss Charity’s house, Chaney guided Lottie to his black truck. “Wife.” He nuzzled her ear, and the bass in his voice made her stomach do flip-flops. “It’s time I made you mine.”
He pinned her body against the passenger door, and she surrendered to his hardness. He drew her throbbing lips into his and kissed her until her knees went weak. This time, she wrapped her arms around his strong back and held on tight.
Chaney opened the door and helped her navigate the high step in her little black dress. Her thighs quivered under his masterful hands as he explored every inch.
When they turned onto Highway 82, Lottie laid her head on his shoulder. “The bed and breakfast is in the other direction,” she said dreamily.
“Relax, Baby.” He patted her hand and moved it to his thigh. “I’ve got this.”
“Okay, Chaney.” She nuzzled closer. “You always make me feel so safe.”
“Before this night is over,” his voice rolled like early thunder, “I’m going to make you feel like Mrs. Chaney Masters, too.”
“Chan-ey!” She punched his thigh playfully. He stroked her hand and smiled under the shadow of darkness.
“So you’re bringing me to your house?” Lottie said when they parked in his front yard.
“My house is your house.” Chaney circled her waist and helped her down from the truck. He swung her into his arms like a light load and carried her across the threshold. Lottie was giggling all the way.
A warm fire was burning in the hearth in their bedroom. The bedside lamp cast soft shadows onto the ceiling. Rose petals flowed from the center of their king-sized sleigh bed onto the off-white carpet. The aroma was intoxicating.
Lottie’s eyes widened, the light of the fireplace was mirrored in their mahogany glow. “Chaney. It’s beautiful. Yellow roses. You remembered.” She smiled lavishly. “You are so sweet.”
“No, you’re the sweet one.” He kissed her until she was dizzy. He pulled off her shoes and touched her bare feet down on the soft, new carpet.
“This is our marriage bed, Lottie. I fixed up the room especially for you.”
“With all that’s been going on, you thought of me?”
“There is only you.” He led her into the adjoining bath and ran a hot tub of scented bubbles. “Soak yourself until you turn into a prune, Baby.” His thick lips curled into a rich smile. He closed the door.
As she lay in the tub with her eyes half-closed, Chaney slipped back into the room.
“Chaney?”
“Yeah, Baby. Feeling better?”
“Um-hmm. Feels good.”
“Brought you some hot tea.” He sat a cup of her favorite passionflower next to the tub.
She slid up to say thanks, and the bubbles trickled down her cleavage like a curtain opening.
“No,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Don’t rush. I’m right outside.”
When she finished, Lottie wrapped herself in a thirsty towel that stopped at the top of her thighs and eased into the bedroom. Under the glow of the fireplace, her shapely calves glistened down to her freshly polished toes. Chaney was leaning back on the smooth pecan headboard, his eyes following her every move.
“I’m a little embarrassed,” she said uneasily.
“Why?” Chaney whispered, adoring the scent of her.
“I forgot to buy a nightie--”
“You won’t need one.” Chaney stood and rubbed the spot where he’d been lying. “Hop in. It’s nice and warm. I’ll get my shower.”
He was wearing boxer briefs and nothing else. The fire caught the gleam of his hard, hairless chest. The muscles in his bronze six-pack pulsed as his body moved.
Chaney turned off the bathroom light. His towel was wrapped around his waist, and the bedside lamp silhouetted his broad shoulders. He pulled back the covers and joined Lottie in their bed. She fumbled to turn off the lamp.
“No.” Chaney covered her hand with his. “Leave it.” The bass in his voice rumbled like deep waters. “I want to see you. I want you to see me.” He lifted the covers and gently slid her towel to the floor. His towel joined hers at their bedside.
Lottie watched as her husband surveyed every inch of her. He stroked her skin under his hot, firm touch until it felt like liquid chocolate. All of her senses came alive. Chaney was putting music to the Song of Solomon.
He perfected every spot of her with a fiery kiss, and then cooled it with his wet tongue. Down, down, down, he went, all the way to her pretty toes. He sucked each one, individually. And when he reached the tenth, Lottie moaned a hymn of desire, and he retraced his steps--slowly. This time, with each kiss, he pulled her into him, into her.
Lottie’s back arched. Her toes curled. She let out a mindless gurgle and flung open the gates of her love garden. Chaney entered, and they melted into one; their bodies in total agreement.
The blaze of passion ushered them heavenward--higher and higher, past the bed, beyond the ceiling. They were caught up in the realm of love reserved only for the fully committed. They transcended time and space in the supreme rapture of oneness--one flesh, one faith, one Spirit. They were unconscious to the things of earth until their explosion shook the room. Lottie screamed in ecstasy.
Chaney kissed his sweat from her brow and tumbled onto his back. “I told you, Mrs. Masters.” He pulled her body into his and cuddled her nakedness. “No bread and breakfast for us.”
“I see, Mr. Masters,” Lottie said in a voice as mellow as the hearth. She turned her face into the pillow and backed into his waiting arms. “Chaney.”
“Yes, Baby.” He stroked her back. His touch, which had been firm and demanding just moments before, was now as soothing as a favorite blanket on a cold night.
She studied her words carefully. “All these years . . . what Jarrett Poteet did to me . . . I felt ashamed . . . felt sex was dirty. But not now.”
Chaney turned her face to his and kissed away the tear forming on her eyelid. “Lottie, that was hate. This is love.”
“Oh, yes.” She stroked the rippling muscles on his bare chest. “Chaney.”
“Yes, Lottie.” He loved the sound of her voice.
“I’m glad we waited.”
“Waiting.” Chaney brushed a curl from her face and drank in her eyes like mellow wine. “Waiting is love, too, Baby.” He tweaked her nose playfully. “But you almost made a brother wait too long.”
She lowered his thick lips to hers. “We don’t have to wait any longer.” She kissed him thoroughly. “Love me, Chaney. Love me, again and again.”