Steele a Blast From the Past - Part III

“Nothing,” Laura answered, tiredly.

“Exactly.  We’ve scoured that park for missed clues, asked everyone from the daily Tai Chi class to the pungent fellow sipping from his flask on his self-allotted bench every evening.  It’s been almost a week Laura, and we haven’t gotten any closer to figuring out who’s following Dakota Jeffries around than we knew at the beginning of this bloody case.”

 “I know.  We’ve surveilled their home, discreetly questioned the suburbanites in the quaint town of Bridgehampton, and sifted through more of Central Park shrubbery than I care to count.  To quote Mildred on this, “we’ve got Bupkus.”

Remington sat up then through his feet over the edge of their King-sized bed at the Waldorf-Astoria.  “I’ve had enough of this merry-go-round.  I say we have the Jeffries fly back up here and resume their normal lives.”

Laura was shaking her head before he’d even finished his thought.  “Isn’t that going to be dangerous for them?” 

“Do you have a better idea of how to catch the bad guys on this one?  Think about it.  If we give them a moving target, we can keep a close eye on the Dakota and see who comes out of the woodwork.  When they make their presence known, we nail the bloody bastards.”

“I don’t know,” Laura frowned.  “I’m not sure I want to use a nine year old as bait, Remington.”

“It’s the only way we can end this stalemate.  If we don’t give them a target, we’ve got nothing,”

When Laura remained silent, Remington got up and walked over to his wife.  Putting a hand on either shoulder, he squeezed.  “We won’t let any harm come to Dakota, Laura.  I promise.”

“I know, but the bigger issue is that we need to convince Wilson and Amanda of our plan.  That’s not going to be easy.”

“I know.  Let’s discuss our game plan over dinner.  All this pondering has left me famished.”

“I can’t believe you can only thing of your stomach at a time like this,” Laura chastised.

Grinning, he leaned down and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips.  “Trust me, darling.  That isn’t the ONLY thing running through my mind just now.”

“Come on Casanova,” Laura laughed handing him his jacket and pulling him toward the door.  “One craving at a time.”

He stopped her before she’d opened it.  Turning her around, he pinned her against the door.  Lowering his head, his lips glided over the sensitive spot on her neck.  “Nonsense,” he growled into her ear.  “I think it’s high time we sampled one of this hotel’s raved about amenities.”

Laura was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate.  “What would that be?”

Remington’s eyes smoldered as they roamed down the expanse of his wife’s body and back again.  By the time his gaze reached her eyes, the preference of his hunger was as clear as new blown glass.

“Room service.  You know how proficient I am at the art of combining two of my favorite pursuits.”

Immediately, Laura’s arms wound around his neck.  Sliding his leg between the two of hers, Remington increased the pressure of his body until his arousal was blatantly obvious.  Starting at her rear end, he eased on of her legs around his waist to ram his point home.  When Laura’s body started writhing against his, he reached down and picked her up wrapping both legs around his middle.  Her skirt rode up her thighs.  Slowly, he walked them both across the room to the desk.  Easing Laura onto its hard surface, he leaned down to slowly open each button of her silk blouse.  As each shiny button was released from its holder, he kissed the expanse of chest it revealed.

When he’d divested her of the cumbersome garment, Remington took a moment to savor his wife’s breasts straining against the black lace bra she wore.  It was one of his favorites.  Her staccato breathing confirmation of the effect they had on each other.  It was intoxicating. 

Unable to resist, Remington lowered his head and kissed a trail across her exposed skin.  “Exquisite,” the timbre in his accented voice deepened with desire.

Several minutes passed before he raised his head.  By the time he did Laura’s body was shaking with need.  Smilingly devilishly, Remington lowered his right hand and retrieved the telephone receiver.  Pressing a button on its face he waited patiently.

“Room service?  Ah yes, Steele here.  I’d like to order your Chef’s special this evening, for two.  The finest caviar on your menu, fresh strawberries with cream, a magnum of Dom Perignon and…pardon me?” Remington asked.  After a second his face took on an indignant look.  Whipped?  Never.  Clotted, naturally.”

Despite her arousal, Laura couldn’t contain her snicker.

“We’ll finish with the Crème Brule.  And how long will that take?” Remington glanced at Laura and winked.  “Perfect.  Thank you, my dear.”

“That was quite an order.”

“I’m certain we’ll have quite an appetite.

Remington eased Laura off the table and reached around to the back of her skirt.  Unbuttoning it, he slid the zipper down and lowered the slim skirt over her hips until it pooled around her ankles on the floor.  Next was Laura’s pantyhose followed by her black slip.  Savoring the vision, he took his time surveying his wife in her lace bra and matching panties. 

“That’s not fair, you’re fully clothed,” Laura chided.

“Can’t have that, can we love?  By all means, I’m at your disposal.”

“You’d better be.” 

Sliding her hands from his neck to the front of his jacket, Laura slid the coat from his shoulders.  Her fingers roamed the expanse of his strong chest for several seconds before lowering to his waist band.  She made quick work of pulling his shirt from his trousers.  Releasing his belt, her finger looped around the button on his trousers, Laura opened it with ease before sliding his zipper down.  The sound echoing around the soundless room was deafening.   She’d repeated his slow, deliberate movements as she lowered his pants to the floor.  His black boxer briefs unable to contain his desire.

“How much time do we have, Mr. Steele?”

He ran a thumb over her lower lip before capturing her mouth with his.  “Enough time for me to render my wife ecstatically, blissfully, and incandescently happy.”

Laura’s knees almost buckled.  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she jumped effortlessly into his arms like she’d done on their Ireland honeymoon.  Laura’s dazzling smile was instantaneous.  “I’m already that,”

He lowered her to the bed.  His body immediately covered hers.  “Well then, allow me to improve upon perfection.”

“I don’t think I could stand it,” she breathed.

“Let’s see, shall we?”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Laura ground against him.  She reveled in the loud, erotic moan that escaped his lips.  “Yes—lets.”

They took turns loving each other with slow, deliberate movements.  Each time Laura thought their lovemaking couldn’t improve she was always proved wrong.  The longer they were together, the more they discovered untapped places on their bodies that aided in their mutual bliss.  Each time Remington joined his body to hers left her in awe.  Each splendid, amazing, indescribable time he made them one left her wanting to weep with the overwhelming feeling that surged explosively over her body.  For a few seconds, all her senses, every faculty she possessed shut down in homage to the unbearable pleasure of first contact.

“I’ll never tire of this,” Laura choked out when Remington lowered his body to greet hers.

“Nor I,” he confessed.  He was still for a moment.  The gravity of that one simple sentence raced through his mind.  Laura’s solemn confession overloaded his heart with emotion.  Reverently, he rolled over and placed Laura on top of him.  He needed to see her face, gauge her reaction to what he was about to say.  His hands gently rested on her hips.  He lay cradled inside her, completely ensconced in the warmth surrounding him.

“Laura, I couldn’t be any happier, than I am at this moment.  From the day I met you, I’ve wanted nothing more then to remain by your side, sharing your life, bringing you joy and healing your pain.  I wanted you.  Plain and simple.  Not just the physical,” he stressed.  “I mean…all of it.”

She swallowed and nodded.  “I know.”

I want what we share to continue to grow, to have meaning.  To be a beacon to the whole bloody world how much I cherish you, love you, adore you.”

Tears slid down Laura’s reddening face.  Her eyes shone brightly with the emotion she was powerless to contain.  “Remington, I love and adore you, too.  You know I do.  I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Nor can I.  That’s why I’m certain now without a doubt that it’s time, Laura.”

Her expression registered her confusion.  “Time? Time for what?”

Remington ran a thumb under her right eye capturing the tear against his skin.  He slowly traced a path down her front.  “For our love to grow—here,” he said solemnly resting his open hand across her abdomen.

Laura’s whole body shook.  “What…what are you saying?” she choked out.

Remington sat up, never breaking contact.  “I think you know what.  I want a baby with you my beautiful, amazing wife,” his voice heavy with emotion.  “I want what I always dreamed of when I was bounced around from place to place.”  Resting his forehead against hers he closed his eyes.  “A true family—yours, and mine.”

She cried in earnest now.  Wrapping her arms around him Laura held on like her life depended on it.  Time ticked by and still they held each other tight.  The trust it took for him to admit his deepest desire humbled her.  Warmed her.  She cherished every second of it.  She’d never been closer to him than at this time.  In this moment.

“Laura?”

“Yes, my love?”

“You haven’t answered me.”

To be continued...

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