All the Way (Romancing Manhattan 1)

He pushes one hand under me, cups my ass, and tilts my hips up, taking the angle to an all-new point of delirium, and I know I’m so damn close.

“Do it,” he whispers. “Go over, my love. I’ll catch you.”

And that’s all it takes for me to see nothing but stars explode around me. I’m shivering, breathing hard when I feel him lose it, and I cradle him to me, combing my fingers through his hair.

“I ruined your shower,” he says once we’ve caught our breath. He stands, and holds his hand out for mine. “Come on.”

I happily follow him into the bathroom, where he starts the hot water and leads me inside.

I expect him to boost me up against the wall and take me on ride number two, but he doesn’t. He smiles softly, contentedly, and soaps up a sponge to wash me with. He’s thorough, washing places that didn’t even get dirty.

And when he’s done, I take the sponge from him and return the favor, washing him down.

I work shampoo through his hair too, trying to ignore his hands gripping on to my ass as I concentrate on the task at hand.

“You’re good at that,” he murmurs.

“I’ve been washing my hair for a long time.”

“You’re also a smartass.”

“Oh yeah. I’m a big ol’ smartass.” He slaps my behind, making me jump in surprise, and then laugh. “You have a thing for smacking my ass.”

“I won’t deny it.”

Once he’s rinsed, he dries us both, and then leads me back to the bed, tucking us both under the covers.

“I thought we were going on the roof?”

“We will, in just a minute. I know we’ll only be apart for a couple of days, but I want to hold you for a minute longer.”

I smile and settle against him, enjoying the sound of his breathing and the quiet. He takes my left hand in his and kisses my knuckles, then each of the fingers, pausing on my ring finger. He’s quiet, frowning.

“What is it?” I ask. He’s been in such an odd mood today.

“So, when do I get to put a ring on this finger?”