Page 91 of Bedroom Therapy

She kissed his cheek. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Closing her eyes, she drifted on a warm wave of contentment as he clasped her to him.

When she felt a chuckle rumble in his chest, she raised her head and looked at him inquiringly.

“Very clever of you, you little witch.”

“I thought that naughty little game might be the right way to go. Something entirely different—where I was entirely in charge.”

“Yeah. And not telling me what you had planned for the grand finale.” He continued to caress her, then turned and nibbled his lips against her cheek before reaching to switch on one of the bedside lights.

When their eyes had adjusted, he smoothed back a lock of blond hair that had fallen across her forehead.

He stayed beside her for several moments longer, then eased away, walking to the end of the bed and retrieving the covers. After pulling them over her, he picked up the glasses of champagne and climbed back into the bed.

He handed her a glass. “To us,” he whispered.

“Yes, to us.”

They both took a sip.

“I can taste it now,” she murmured.

He laughed. “Yeah. Before, it might as well have been vinegar.”

The intensity of his eyes told her he wanted to say something important, and her breath caught.

“Amanda, I love you. I feel like I’ve been waiting to say that for a hundred years. But I think you know why I couldn’t do it. Not until I fixed my problem. Or—you fixed it, actually.”

“Oh, Zach, I love you. I felt like I had to wait to say it, too.”

He reached for her hand and knitted his fingers with hers. “And you’re sure? I mean you . . .” he set down his glass and gestured with his free hand. “You got taken in by a guy at Harmons.”

She nodded. “He put a lot of effort into fooling me. Not you. You were investigating me as a murder suspect.”

“Yeah.”

“That was a weird way to start off—but I think we were both too attracted to each other to turn away.”

“That was sure true for me.”

“I know sexual attraction is important. But there has to be a lot more to sustain a relationship. It didn’t take long to see all your good qualities. You were protective, competent, meticulous, and honest. It was you I called when I was in danger.”

“Thank God for that.” He dragged in a breath and let it out. “But I wasn’t honest about my problem.”

“What guy would want to start off a relationship telling a woman he couldn’t have an orgasm during intercourse?”

“Certainly not me.”

“But you told me—because you didn’t want to give up our relationship.

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t want to give it up either. Even when I knew you were hiding something from me.” She raised her gaze to his. “And now we’ll never be dishonest with each other.”

He tightened his fingers on hers. “Never.”

The moment held, until he said in a low voice, “So how would you feel about marrying me?”

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