Naked they tumbled headlong onto the bed. His mouth sought hers as she guided his erection deep inside her. And for a while nothing existed for either of them outside of one another. When he finally withdrew, they lay back, exhausted, her head pillowed on his chest, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. ‘We’re going to have to watch ourselves in the camp,’ he warned. ‘If we don’t, the Bishop and Pill Face will throw us out for corrupting the kids.’ ‘And then Kate’s prophesy of us having to sleep in the streets will come true.’ She traced a line down his breastbone with her forefinger. ‘It wouldn’t be the streets, not in the wilds of Connecticut. But it could be my car and that’s not comfortable for one. It would be impossible for two.’ ‘The voice of experience.’ She looked up at him. His blue eyes were bright, sparkling with mischief. ‘I confess I’ve had my homeless moments,’ he admitted, ‘but rarely more than one night in succession and every one of them down to my own stupidity after drinking more than was good for me.’ ‘It would be four if Kate and Sandy joined us.’ ‘They’d have to sleep under the car like pioneers did under wagons in the old West.’ He frowned.
