“Fine by me. We are supposed to have some record highs. You know how I can’t handle the heat when I’m pregnant.” I couldn’t help the smile as I said it.
I was carrying his baby again, another reminder of our constant love was growing in my belly.
“I love you, Celine.”
Tears welled in my eyes at the adoration in my husband’s eyes. Sometimes, I knew this man was too good to be true.
“I love you, Ace, with my entire heart.” We reached for each other, our hands meeting halfway across the table and connecting, fitting together perfectly just like they always had. Ace Danvers would always be my soul mate, and I would always be his.
He didn’t let go of my hand as he paid the bill and then walked us out to our cars. We stood at my big, white SUV. He leaned into me, pushing my body against the hot car, his hands planted on the window, caging me in, but I never minded being this man’s prisoner.
“You know better than to put handprints on my window,” I whispered against his lips, closing my eyes just in time for his lips to crash against mine.
Time had made him more demanding. He didn’t ask for permission anymore. He just claimed, but I didn’t mind. This man owned me.
Biting my bottom lip, he soothed the sting with a brush of his tongue before parting my lips, tangling his tongue with mine, assaulting my senses. I moaned against his lips, my hands gripping the front of his shirt.
It didn’t matter that we were in broad daylight, nor did I mind the sweat dripping down the side of my face or my sundress sticking to my body like a second skin. None of it bothered me. All that mattered was the passion between me and my man.
If the world crashed and burned around us, I knew I would be okay because I had him—my rock, my hero, my Ace.
We’d been through hell, and now, it was time for our happily ever after.
I pulled away from his demanding lips to gasp for breath. I leaned my head against his chest, feeling his chest rise and fall, his heart beating as rapidly as mine. Years later, we still had the same effects on each other that we did when we first met.
“I just want a calm summer with you and our kids. I don’t care what we do as long as I spend the summer with you,” I told him. His arms banded around me, crushing me against him as he sought my lips out again.