“And for the record,” she said, still holding him tight, “you’ve already taught me to loosen up quite a bit, if you’ll recall. So that means really it’s just teaching you to be a tad more serious. We can start with lovemaking.”
Pulling back, he looked at her in surprise. “There’s something wrong with my lovemaking?”
“Only that we haven’t made it to a bed yet.”
“Easily remedied,” he said, standing and scooping her into his arms. “In fact, let’s work on that immediately.” He gave her a particularly naughty smile. “It might take awhile, though.”
“I hope so.” She loved being against him like this and snuggled closer, her imagination already off and running. “Maybe all night long?” she asked hopefully.
He laughed, then bent and kissed her. “Try for the rest of our lives, Dimi.”
Her heart tipped. “Yes,” she sighed, setting her head on his shoulder. “For the rest of our lives.”
Jill Shalvis
