"Show me great," I dared.
"I can do that."
He gently pushed me away and started doing a naughty striptease. Okay, so it wasn't naughty, but in my head it was, because every movement was slow, teasing me with glimpses of golden tan skin and rock-hard abs. I wanted to pinch myself.
By the time the last shred of clothing was thrown to the floor, I was almost panting.
And then he touched me.
Our mouths collided.
Yeah, we would have remembered this? Wouldn't we?
H
is hands dipped into my hair as his tongue drew lazy circles down my neck. My knees buckled just as he swept me into his arms and carried me to the bed.
I closed my eyes when his godlike body hovered over me. "I'm only going to go slow once." His face was strained. "And then I'm taking you in the pool."
"For a swim?" I said innocently.
"Right." His eyes darkened. "For a swim, followed by taking you in the shower, something I've been dreaming about since the day you pressed your naked body against mine."
I gasped when he pushed inside me.
"I'm not a patient man when it comes to you, and the way I see it, I have three whole days to drive you wild."
He pressed further.
I winced in pain.
And froze.
Jace's eyes widened. "Well, hot damn." He gave me a smug grin. "It seems all we did that night was eat cookies. How about that?"
"But—"
"So maybe I'll have to go a little bit slower."
"I'd rather you go fast." I winced even more.
Jace laughed. "How about I just make you forget?"
His mouth was on mine, and I was flying as his body fully joined with mine. Yes, yes. I would have remembered this. I would have remembered the way our bodies fit perfectly together. I would have remembered the way I wanted to cry with each movement, not out of pain but sheer pleasure.
"I love you." The friction of our bodies was seriously going to be the death of me; it felt too good. I thought I was going to explode.
Instead, I gave in, gave in to my husband, to my future, and joined with him in what was sure to be one of many times we worked on those great-grandchildren for Grandma.
Chapter Thirty-eight
"The coast is clear." Grandma checked her watch. "Tell me, dear, just between the two of us, did he perform well? If not, I managed to save a few of those nice little charts. I'd be happy to book you for a morning session where we can pow-wow on ways to better communicate with your body?"
"Bye, Grandma."
"But dear! Do you even know what you're doing?"
"We'll figure it out."