Page 63 of Wild in Winter
He wanted to say more, but his mind was addled. He was mindless. Breathless. Helpless.
And happy.
So deliriously happy.
“I love you too,” she told him, her caresses sweeping up and down the plane of his back. “When can we do that again?”
Gill did the only thing he could do in a moment like that.
He tipped back his head and laughed.
“Soon,” he replied, pressing another kiss to her lips.
“Do you promise?” she murmured against his mouth, the minx he had married.
“I swear,” he vowed.
“What about now?” she asked wickedly, moving her hips against his.
What about now, indeed? He kissed his wild Winter again.
And then again.
It proved a long, long time before either of them fell asleep that night, replete and happy and in love, wrapped in each other’s arms.
The End.
