“You really love me,” I whispered.
“Do not ever doubt it,” he whispered back.
“How did that happen?” I kept whispering.
“You accepted my devotion to the Bears only dishin’ out minimal shit.”
He was such a liar.
But what he said said it all.
And it meant everything.
He started falling when I did.
I closed my eyes.
I opened them when I felt the backs of his fingers sweep my jaw.
“It doesn’t take much with you, does it?” I asked, trying to be funny.
I didn’t get a smile.
I got heated eyes and the look.
“Yes it does. It takes a f**kuva lot.”
That said it all, too.
Jeez. He needed to stop.
Before I could tell him to do that, he did it.
And he did it by saying, “And most of that f**kuva lot has to do with the fact that you’re a woman who placed cowgirl at two and doggie at four.”
I got over being a big, starry-eyed, head-over-heels-in-love-with-a-hot-guy girl, started laughing and asked through it, “So you approve of my rankings?”
He turned his attention back to his plate, saying, “Cowgirl one. Doggie two. Missionary three. Lotus four, but you’re close enough.”
I kept laughing and through it watched Ren grinning before he took a sip of his champagne.
I quit laughing, grabbed my own champagne and was taking a sip when Ren’s voice—not sweet, instead all kinds of sexy, the kinds that got my full attention when he declared, “Three, one, two.”
I looked at him. “Come again?”
“Tonight,” he replied. “Three, one, two. Maybe during one we’ll also do a four, but I’m finishing you off on your knees.”
My happy place spasmed, my br**sts swelled and my mouth got dry.
“That is, after you go down on me,” he finished as he reached for the champagne bottle.
That was when I started salivating.
A knock came at the door.
I stopped salivating and was thankful I hadn’t begun panting as I looked to the door.
Ren threw his napkin down and pushed back his chair, muttering, “Fuck.”