“I’m sure it’s perfect,” I say, dropping my attitude.
Nick sees his bags and goes to get them, leaving me with Doni.
“He sure is a beautiful specimen. You’ve chosen well.”
“Do I need to worry about you trying to steal my husband?”
“Thirty years ago, I’d have tried, but it would be useless. That man only has eyes for you.”
“Isn’t he perfect?” I gush.
She looks at me with an unusual shine in her eyes. “He’s put this smile on your face, so full of love that you’re glowing. For that, he is perfect, Grace.”
I act fast, wrapping my arms around her quickly, and then jump back before she can swat me again.
Her scowl returns but fades when Nick joins us with his suitcases and takes my hand possessively.
“I’m going to take you ladies to lunch then steal my wife away for a few days for a proper reunion,” he tells her.
For the second time today, I almost fall when she lets out a loud laugh.
Who is this woman?
I let it go and don’t ask, because the only thing I can think of is what Nick has in store for a ‘proper reunion’.
Nick kisses me hard, swallowing my scream as I come apart. His hips swivel again, causing me to whimper, and then he groans, tearing his mouth away. My vision is spotty, unable to focus when I try to open my eyes.
“Never again going that long without you.” He skims his mouth to my ear. “Never.”
“Never,” I agree, still clutching him.
“Goes without saying, I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
He nuzzles into my neck, nipping lightly at the skin with small whispers.
“I have something for you,” I tell him when I regain my full voice.
His head pops up with a smug grin. “You ready to go again, Sweet Peach?” He thrusts his hips, proving he’s still hard. “Gotta say, thought you might need a few minutes after the last one.”
“Cocky much? I meant I actually have something for you.”
“Does it require me moving?”
“Yes.” I push on his shoulders.
He rolls to the side, moaning as I slide away and go to my bag on the dresser. He holds the sheets out for me to get back in bed and promptly positions me so I’m straddling him. His chest is gleaming with sweat, and his hair is tousled from my hands running through it. My mouth goes dry at the sight, and I almost forget my mission.
“Babe, the way you’re looking at me says you are ready to go again.” He bucks up.
“Give me a second. I’m enjoying the view.”
He links his hands behind his head and gives me another cocky grin. “Take your time. I’ll enjoy the view, too.” His eyes roam up and down my naked body, heating as they go.
Shakily, I open the small box in my hands and remove the ring. “I bought this for you last week. When I saw it in the window, I fell in love with it. You don’t have to wear it now if you don’t want.”
He brings my hand closer, silently inspecting the cobalt and platinum ring. It literally jumped out at me as I passed that window. Buying Nick a ring was going to be a challenge because, in my head, it had to be unique and masculine—something different than a traditional band. This was it, and I hoped he felt the same way.