Redemption

Chapter Nine

She wasn't in the room when he entered, but from the light he saw filtering from underneath the bathroom door, he knew where she was. In the time he took to blow out the candles, she managed to light a whole gross more in the bedroom. She'd planned for everything tonight.

"Danni, what are you doing in there?" he asked as he lightly knocked at the door. He heard a soft giggle escape her which made him smile. That girl still had a few tricks up her sleeve and she was more than willing to surprise him.

"I did a little shopping today and I just want to surprise you. Get comfortable. I'll only be a minute."

He did as she asked and took a seat on the edge of the bed facing the door. She was as good as her word. A minute later, the door opened to reveal her new piece of lingerie. It was burgundy, like her dress, and like that dress, it accented every curve of her body. If she looked beautiful before, she was gorgeous now. He smiled to show his approval.

"What do you think?" She turned off the bathroom light and did a little twirl as she modeled it for him. The skirt of the chemise fluttered around her as she did.

"I like it, but what's with the color? You seem to have this whole theme going on, here." He gave a soft chuckle at the thought, though he wouldn't argue about how sexy she looked in it.

"Well, the women in my family tend to look good in shades of red."

He nodded as he gave her a once-over. "That explains why you're so sexy when you blush." He'd said it just to see her blush and he wasn't disappointed. She turned a very dark pink. "Yup, like that." She rolled her eyes at him as she moved closer to the bed. He willingly took her small frame in his strong arms and hugged her tight. "You look beautiful, Luv," he said before he placed a kiss upon her flat stomach.

She smiled down at him as her hand caressed the side of his face only to slide effortlessly through his hair. "You don't look so bad yourself, Cowboy." It was his turn to blush when she called him that; he always did. She started calling him that after she'd seen him dressed in a complete cowboy outfit, hat and all. He'd done it for an undercover assignment dealing with a cattle herder who decided to dabble into smuggling drugs inside his livestock. He looked so handsome in that costume, she remembered.

"I'm never going to live that down, am I?" His blush deepened.

With a teasing smile, she shook her head. "Nope."

"What am I going to do with you?"

Her teasing expression soon turned sultry as she nibbled on her lower lip. "I can think of at least one thing that we both might enjoy." Her hand continued to play with the baby hairs on the back of his neck, which sent a chill down his spine.

He smiled as he got the picture. His lips made contact with the satin fabric of her new nightie again as he placed multiple kisses upon her torso. "I think I can arrange that." His voice turned suddenly hoarse when their eyes made contact a second before. That passionate expression in her blue eyes was enough to push him over the edge at times, but he would stay in control… for as long as he could, anyway.

He stood up from the bed so he could look down at her. When she looked up at him, she wasn't as much of a sultry vixen, though she would have a few more tricks up her sleeve. She looked so sweet and innocent on the outside, but that was far from the truth. Behind closed doors, she was an entirely different person and he liked that about her.

All the stress that had been put on them for the past two days had dissolved, leaving them to be the two souls that had fallen in love with each other. It was still an awe-inspiring thought. They were in love; this wasn't just a sexual attraction, but love. It was something neither thought would happen. They were lucky to have found one another.

Bobby scooted back onto the bed so she could join him. She happily straddled his legs, letting her lips capture his in a passionate embrace. Her tongue danced around his, making a murmur of acceptance escape him. Her teeth grazed his lower lip as she took it into her mouth and suckled the sweet taste of the dessert that still lingered there. His mouth tasted like heaven.

His hands found her waist, while hers worked on unbuttoning his dress shirt. The jacket and tie had been discarded long before dinner, making it all the more easier for her to undress him. Her hands traveled lower, until she reached the barrier of his pants. She pulled the rest of his shirt from the hindrance and pushed the fabric from his strong shoulders. He had to remove his hands from her small waist to allow her to do that, but it was worth it. She'd let her arms glide up his arms after the garment was removed, making him shiver at her touch.

Their lips parted as her head moved lower. She lightly bit into his flesh, making him elicit a loud groan; one of pleasure more than pain. He arched into her mouth, enticing her to do it again. She happily obliged, but this time she smoothed the reddened flesh with her tongue. Another moan escaped him before their lips collided again.

He was beginning to lose all sense of control and she wasn't helping much when her fingernails lightly raked across his bare back. He took a sharp intake of breath against her lips. "You make me go 'round the bend when you do that," he spoke softly as his hands made their way north.

"I know," she replied with a fire in her eyes, "that's why I do it." She added a smirk to the mix and he could swear she'd never been so beautiful before.

With ease, he picked her up from his lap and rested her upon the coverlet. He removed his pants on his own and lay down next to her so he could bask in her beauty. He gently laid his hand upon her flat stomach, only to get lost in a reverie. He couldn't help but imagine seeing her with a baby bump. He knew he wanted to marry her and a baby on top of everything else would make his lifetime. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and no one else. He wanted to start a family with her and he wanted to make love to her for the rest of his life.

But, he wouldn't ask her here; not like this. She deserved to be proposed to in a more romantic setting; though he was sure he wouldn't be able to think of anything to top tonight. He would sure try, though.

His thoughts were interrupted by her hand tenderly stroking his cheek as she looked into his eyes. "Bobby," she said softly to get is attention. He turned his gaze to her hungry one.

A large smile crossed his face as he leaned down and kissed her soundly. He knew what she was going to say before the words even crossed her lips, but he didn't want to hear her utter them. There was no reason for her to even say them and he would hold them at bay for as long as possible. He even placed his finger upon her lips to show her how much he did not want to hear it. "Shh," he said, letting his digit trail down her chin and neck.

She shivered in response and that was the last thing she could remember before his lips made contact with hers yet again.