“You’re already mine. I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me that.”
Lucy decided he couldn’t be serious. He hadn’t even dropped the l-word yet.
“We’ll see.” Lucy sighed, pulling herself up so she was sitting astride him.
He let her set the pace and she rode him nice and slow. It was more intimate than they had been before, their eyes never wavering from each other. She saw his darken when her orgasm crested over her, caught his pleasure in his deep moan when he held her breasts and thumbed her nipples. He made love to her again and again, from behind, on their sides, and finally with him on top.
She was worn out, used hard, and glowing with pleasure when dawn lit up the sky. “Evan.” Lucy yawned. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Good.” He stroked her back.
Good?
She huffed in disappointment but was too tired to make an issue out of it. She’d nag him later about saying it back. She knew he felt the same.
Didn’t he?