He looked intrigued. "Which one?"
"Either." I kept my eyes locked on his. "How long are we gonna staythere?"
He moved closer and said in a voice rich with promise. "As long as you want."
A delicious ache bloomed in my chest. "Well, wedohave some making up to do." A sudden laugh escaped my lips. "Oh, my God, I just realized something."
His mouth curved into a smile. "What?"
"You and I – we've never done it in an actual bed."
He cocked an eyebrow. "It?"
Heat rushed to my face, hitting a few other parts along the way."Youknow."
His voice was a sweet caress. "You wanna know what else I know?"
"What?"
"I love you."
My breath hitched, and my heart soared. I swear, if he said it a million more times, I would never tire of hearing it. I felt my eyes grow just a little misty. "I love you, too."
His arms wrapped around me, and everything around us faded to the background.
When he bent to kiss me, I met him halfway.
The kiss started gentle, like a promise whispered in the dark, but quickly deepened into something raw and hungry. His hands slipped into my hair as mine curled around his collar like I couldn't get him nearly close enough.
By the time we pulled back, both of us were breathless. But then he asked in a teasing sort of way, "Are you sure you don't want little sandwiches instead?"
I snickered. "After."
A wicked glint lit his eyes. "After what?"
That did it.I couldn't wait a moment longer. I practically tackled him, leaping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist.
He caught me without flinching, like he'd been waiting for it all along. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me like I weighed next to nothing as his mouth again found mine and his fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt.
"Bed," I gasped between kisses. "We have a bed now."
He smiled against my lips. "Twobeds."
I didn't know whether to giggle or groan. "Yeah, but we only need one."
He nipped at my jaw, still holding me without breaking a sweat. "You say it like we're gonna make it there."
"We are," I insisted, even as he turned us toward the bedrooms. "Wearemaking it to that bed."
He chuckled. "Which one?"
"The closest, definitely." I didn't even know which onewascloser. I just knew that if I didn't have him now, I would surely combust.
Like a hero on a mission, he crossed the threshold of the bedroom in blue. The room was all soft light and understated perfection – elegant, peaceful, and, if I hadmyway, about to be thoroughly defiled.
He set me down on the edge of the bed and stood over me, looking like a fantasy come to life, with tousled hair, a wicked gleam, and a smile I would choose over any view on the island.
Softly, I asked, "How are you even real?"
