She lifted up onto her knees, guiding him into her until he gripped her hips and pulled her down, making her gasp.
“Good?”he asked.
“Be better when you quit talking,” she told him with a smile.
“Your wish is my command.”With that, he took over, holding her in place to receive him as his hips pistoned faster and all she could do was hang on for the ride.
When she let her head fall back and rested her hands on his thighs behind her, he held her hips as he sat up.Kissing her neck, he curled an arm around her waist and rolled them without breaking the connection.
She clung to him as she looked up into his eyes and he hooked her knee over the crook of his arm.
“Ready?”
She nodded eagerly—she was already breathless, and she knew that in this position, he’d have them both gasping for air all too soon.
He pulled back and then slowly pushed his way inside her, filling her in a way she’d never known before him.He continued to move slowly—pulling back, thrusting deep—every slide of his body against hers bringing them closer to the edge and to each other.
He rested his forehead against hers.“Not going to make it much longer, honey,” he breathed.
She pressed a kiss to his lips.“Me neither, let’s…”
She didn’t get to finish the sentence before he’d picked up the pace.He thrust deep and hard as he drove her over the edge—the pleasure spiraling out from her core, carrying her higher and higher until she felt him tense and grow impossibly harder as her orgasm triggered his.They soared away together, becoming one in a way that she hoped they’d always come to.
He slumped down over her and they lay panting together, until he lifted his head to look into her eyes.
“I love you, Shelley.”
She chuckled.“I love you, too.I thought I just showed you, but if you still need the words as well, I’m happy to say them.”
He ran his fingers down her cheek as he said, “I think I’ll always need the words as well as the physical evidence.”
“Then you can have them,” she told him.
She just hoped he wouldn’t want her to marry him as further proof.
When they eventually made it downstairs—after sharing a shower—Trip made breakfast for them while Shelley went over the notes she’d made while she was talking to Jim yesterday.
When he set a plate with an omelet and some fruit on it in front of her at the island, he said, “Sorry I never got around to asking yesterday—everything okay with Jim?”
She appreciated that he seemed to be looking everywhere except down at her notes.Perhaps it was because he was a doctor and respected confidentiality, but she was more inclined to believe it was just the man he was.He’d told her he was fine with her keeping secrets about Jim’s estate—and he was a man of his word.
She tapped her pen on the legal pad in front of her.“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about it.”
He cocked an eyebrow.
“Not about his estate,” she said.“Just… I don’t know.Maybe it’s just me, but he seemed a little hurried yesterday.When we talked initially, he was fine taking our time and going over things properly.Yesterday, he wanted to speed things up.He even suggested that rather than taking the time for me to go through the licensing process, I should just draw everything up and he’d get a lawyer in town—and an old friend, not just anyone—to sign off on it all.”
Trip frowned as he set his own plate down and pulled up a stool beside her.
“Do you think he’s concerned about Gavin?”
Shelley sat up a little straighter.“Well, damn.I do now that you’ve mentioned it.I mean, Jim didn’t say anything, but it would make sense, wouldn’t it?”
“It would.What do you say—should we take a ride up there to see him later?We don’t have to say we’re heading there to see him.I think we should pop in to at least see Harper, don’t you?”
She nodded.“I do.And besides, I need to talk to Jim about the cottage.”She smiled.“Make sure he’s okay with having just Harper there.”
After they’d eaten, Trip insisted on cleaning up so that she could keep working through her notes.She was lost inside her head when he came over and rested his hand on her back.