Benedict stalked across the ballroom.
Irena whipped around. “My Lord, don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what? Admit in front of the entire world that I love you?”
More gasps greeted his words.
Benedict stalked toward her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and—
Gavin stopped. “Should he kiss her or ask permission?”
Thea hmm’d. “At this point, I think a sneak-attack kiss is good. This is his grand gesture, and that’s the best part.”
Gavin kissed her nose. “Agree.”
and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I’m here to propose to my wife.”
And then he kissed her. In front of everyone. The gossips tittered. The young women swooned. Irena swayed on her feet and into him.
“I love you,” he breathed into her mouth. “I married you because I love you. You have changed me as a man. You have made me a better man.”
Gavin looked down at Thea. “I can relate to that.”
Thea lifted her lips and kissed him. Her lips lingered and nudged his as her hands drifted lower on his body.
Gavin smiled. “Are we d-done reading?”
“Mmm.”
Gavin dropped the book and rolled them both over. Thea lifted her legs around his waist and kissed him with as much emotion as she could convey. They were getting so good at talking.
Gavin slanted his mouth against hers, and things went from zero to orgasmic. Need clawed inside her skin—need and desire and jumpy-jumpy girly emotions that made her tremble in his arms.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Gavin rasped, fingers working the buttons of her jersey. The new one. The old one was ripped. He slid the shirt open to reveal her breasts and lowered his mouth to one nipple and then the other.
Thea reached between them and freed his erection from his shorts, and then, oh God, he was inside her. “I can’t get enough of you, either.”
Gavin breathed a reverent curse.
He stretched her. Filled her. Loved her.
“Talk to me,” Thea whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
Gavin rolled them again until she was on top. “I want you to ride me,” he groaned.
She rose up and down. Rocking her hips to take him farther each time. They breathed each other in, mouth hovering over mouth, hips tilting and thrusting as one.
“I want you to take your pleasure,” he rasped.
Thea bent until nipples brushed the course hair of his chest.
“I want you to love me forever, Thea.”
Her orgasm hit suddenly. As it did so often now. As if there existed inside her a deep well of trust that only Gavin could touch.
“I love you,” he said, holding her as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
“I love you,” she answered, moving again, lifting and lowering until he shuddered with a deep upward thrust, her name a prayer on his lips.
Thea slumped against his chest, face buried in the crook of his neck.
He held her there, fingers woven into her hair. “How d-do you think it will end?” he asked.
“I think Benedict and Irena have earned their happy ever after,” she whispered.
“Me too,” Gavin said. He kissed her hair. “I think we have too.”
Thea felt her throat thicken. They had almost lost this. They had almost lost each other.
She rose on her elbow to gaze down at him. “Know what I think?”
“Tell me.”
“I like our happy ending best.”
It was a long time before they slept.
Lauren Perry of Perrywinkle Photography
Lyssa Kay Adams read her first romance novel at a very young age when she swiped one from her grandmother’s stash. After a long journalism career in which she had to write way too many sad endings, she decided to return to the stories that guaranteed a happy-ever-after. Once described as “funny, adorable, and a wee bit heartbreaking,” Lyssa’s books feature women who always get the last word, men who aren’t afraid to cry, and dogs. Lots of dogs. Lyssa writes full time from her home in Michigan, where she lives with her sportswriter husband, her wickedly funny daughter, and a spoiled Maltese who likes to be rocked to sleep like a baby. When she’s not writing, she’s cooking or driving her daughter around from one sporting event to the next. Or rocking the dog.
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