She gripped his shoulders and started to move as he looked up at her. Regan couldn’t speak. Hell, she could barely keep the tears that threatened to fall from doing so.
“Hey,” he said, hoarsely as he found her rhythm. “You okay?”
She nodded, her chest tight with emotion, her body on fire with need. She pressed her breasts against him and threw her head back when he closed his mouth over her nipple. Regan rode Wyatt for as long and as hard as she could. She tried to communicate all the feelings and thoughts she had with her body. With her hands and her mouth and her sex.
Their passion filled the room, and they came together in a shattering climax. Taking. Receiving. Holding on.
Regan pulled Wyatt close and kissed the top of his head, holding him, needing him as much as he needed her.
She didn’t want to let him go, and that was a hello moment. It was a sobering thought, because she knew she would have to…
Eventually.
Chapter 21
Wyatt drove through a grand stone entrance and followed a gray-tinted, stamped concrete drive until he found the building he was looking for. He parked his truck in a spot reserved for visitors, eyes taking in a condominium complex that was quite impressive. Crystal Lake View was only a few years old, and Regan’s parents had moved in not long after it had been completed. Built with a vision of stone, glass, and nature coexisting in a serene setting on the lake, he understood its appeal.
He didn’t see Regan’s car, but after checking his watch, he headed inside. They’d spent all morning in bed, and then he’d had to keep an appointment in the city. She was running errands and had asked him if he wanted to go to her parents for dinner.
Wyatt hadn’t thought twice about it and answered yes. He thought that maybe she was a little surprised, but the cute smile she’d given him told him she was pleased. They’d agreed to meet at four, but with no car in sight, he was thinking he’d be on his own for a bit.
That was fine. Wyatt remembered Katherine and Frank Thorne as pleasant folks, though he was thinking he hadn’t seen them since…
He rang the doorbell and frowned. Hmm. Not since prom night.
He heard precocious giggling at about the same time the door opened. Regan’s niece, Harriet, hung on the door and started to swing back with it, her eyes full of mischief.
“Nana,” she yelled over her shoulder. “It’s Auntie Regan’s boyfriend.” A pause. “The man with the funny name!”
“It’s not funny, silly.” She was joined by Jordan, who pushed up his glasses and gave a wave.
“Hey, Wyatt.”
“Hey, Jordan.”
Harriet was still hanging off the door, and it was slowly swinging back and forth. “Aren’t you coming in?” Her voice was singsong, and something about the way she held her head or tilted her chin reminded him of Regan.
“I would.” Wyatt winked. “But you have to move.”
Jordan grabbed Harriet’s sweater, which started a bit of a tug-of-war between the two of them. Wyatt took a couple of steps inside and scooped up both twins, one in each arm, enjoying the giggles and shouts. He pretended to drop them, and just as Harriet squealed loud enough for the entire complex to hear—hell, he was pretty sure it carried across the lake and into town—Katherine Thorne appeared.
A smart-looking woman, she had classic features and wide-set gray-green eyes. Her hair was still worn long, although instead of the brunette shade he remembered, she’d let it go silver gray. She’d always been a pretty lady. One of the moms who used to fuel a lot teenage fantasies, from what he remembered, and he noted she could still turn heads.
Her eyes narrowed a bit when she spied him, and he didn’t exactly sense a warm welcome, even though she held out her hand and said hello. It was polite. But too polite. He got that. She was taking measure. Looking out for her daughter.
“I see you’ve met my grandchildren.”
Wyatt nodded and set the children down. “I have. A few weeks back. There must be something in the water. A hell of a lot of twins in Crystal Lake.”
Harriet made a loud, dramatic noise. She poked her brother and whispered, loud enough for Wyatt, Katherine, and probably anyone else in the house to hear, “He said a bad word. The H one.”
“Shit.”
Harriet squealed again.
“Sorry.” Wyatt chuckled. “I guess I’m not used to being around kids.”
Katherine took a step back. “No. I guess you’re not.” She turned to her grandchildren. “You guys go down and fetch your papa away from his trains. Tell him that…” She glanced back at Wyatt. “Tell him Regan’s friend is here.”