I laugh. "No. And if the idea is to get lost with you, I have absolutely no motivation to learn it."
"Good." He brushes a strand of hair off my face. "Shame on you for thinking I'd leave you alone on your vacation." Mischief twinkles in his eyes. "I really should punish you for that."
"Absolutely you should," I say, pulling him down on top of me. "Spank me. Tease me. Punish me. And then make love to me. Slowly, please. And very thoroughly."
"Sweetheart, I can't think of anything I'd rather do." He cups my face and looks into my eyes with so much intensity I almost can't bear the passion I see there. "Nothing except marry you, and I'm already planning to do that soon."
"Yes," I say, hooking an arm around his neck and pulling him close, craving the feel of him against me, inside me. "Yes," I repeat before I lose myself in the magic of his touch. "You absolutely are."
THE END