"Yeah, I am," he said. "But admit it. You love this."
He was right. I did. But the urge to have him,reallyhave him, was growing so strong, that the idea of waiting was impossible to consider.
My breath was coming faster now. I said, "Maybe I'll flipyouover, so I'm on top."
"Yeah? Just try it."
I did. Sort of.
Nothing happened. But it really wasn't my fault. His touch was magic, and the idea of moving away from it, even for an instant, was making it hard to do much of anything.
I was such a goner.
He gave a low chuckle. "See?"
I opened my eyes, and Ididsee – the guy I loved, looking at me like I was everything he'd ever wanted.
I had to smile. The way it looked, he was a goner, too.
With our gazes locked, he finally gave in and moved closer, covering my body with his own. Soon, it wasn't his fingers teasing me to distraction, but the tip of his hardness, poised to give me what I'd been craving.
And then, a moment later, he was surging into me, just as I was rising up to meethim. As we moved together, I felt full and happy in a way I might've considered impossible just a few months earlier.
I reached up and ran my hands along his back, loving the feel of his muscles shifting and moving as he drove into me, harder and faster as I rose up to meet him again and again.
And then, with a kiss so intense, it felt out of this world, we reached our peak together and practically collapsed in a breathless, happy heap.
I didn't want to move, and the way it looked, neither did he, so we held each other for a long, blissful moment, letting the night settle around us as our breathing slowed and something like sanity returned.
A few minutes later, we were still lying there when his lips brushed my ear, and he whispered, "Don't move."
I wasn'tplanningon moving. Still, I whispered back, "Why?"
"Youknowwhy."
At this, I had to smile. Ididknow why. A moment later, I felt his hand brush across my cheek. He said, "I hope they take after you."
I was still smiling. "They?"
"You said you wanted both." His tone grew teasing. "So I was going for twins."
And of course, I had to tease him right back. "Only twins? Not triplets? Or quadruplets?" I might've gone on, but for the life of me, I couldn't recall the next in the series.
"Quadruplets, huh? Well, youdohave a big house."
I shook my head against his shoulder. "No.Wehave a big house."
This felt like a dream. But it wasn't. I lifted my hand from his back and gazed at the engagement ring, barely visible in the shadows.
But I didn't have to see it to know. It reallywasbeautiful. And yet, I couldn’t help but wonder how Joel had managed it. I couldn't stop myself from saying, "If I ask you something, will you promise to not be offended?"
He pulled back to smile down at me. "Now?" he said. "I don't think you could offend me if you tried."
Deciding to take him at his word, I asked the question that had been drifting in and out of my brain for the last few days. "How could you afford this? The ring, I mean." Quickly, I added, "I really,reallylove it. But I know I had all your money…" I gave a shaky laugh. "… so I'm wondering if you had to sell a kidney or something."
Sounding not offended at all, he said, "You didn't haveallthe money."
Now,thatsurprised me. In my sleepy, blissful state, I couldn’t recall the exact amount in the safe deposit box, but Ididknow that it was over fifty thousand dollars. I said, "So there was more?"