Page 65 of Soaring Sweethearts

He’d promised she’d enjoy herself, and she had. Thoroughly. If there had been pain, she’d been too distracted to notice it. At least until now. Though she couldn’t wait to sneak over and do this again, it was clear she would need a bit of time to recover.

Jack climbed into the tub behind her, framing her with his legs, and she leaned back against his chest, as contented as she’d ever been in her life. “Mmm. This is perfect.”

“With you here, it is.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her tousled hair. “So, Mrs. Thompson, are you ready to let me squire you around at the ice cream social?”

Mrs. Thompson. She liked the ring of that. “Very. Though I can’t help worrying about how Doug will react. I’m glad I’m not marrying him, but I don’t want to hurt him.”

Jack held her close and nuzzled her neck. “I don’t want to talk about him. This is our night. Why don’t you tell me…” He grazed her earlobe with his teeth and traced fingers up her belly to cup her breast and tease her nipple. Sleepy and content as she was, it still gave her a little thrill. “Why don’t you tell me when you’d like for me to propose. Formally. Officially. With your father’s permission and everything.”

“Would tomorrow be too soon?” She was joking, of course. Mostly. Everyone would think she was a floozy if she got engaged so soon.

“Tomorrow it is,” he said solemnly.

She gave his knee a playful slap. “You know I wasn’t serious. We’ll have to wait a respectable amount of time.”

“And how long is that? One week? Two?”

Laughing, she glanced over her shoulder. His eyes twinkled with mischief, so she raised her eyebrows in mock censure. “Two months at least.”

“Two months! That’s far too long, Mrs. Thompson.” He traced a finger from her knee up to her inner thigh and started making circles.

Two months was too long indeed, but for her family’s sake, she had to make a show of propriety, even if she’d already broken all the rules. “It’s already scandalously short, Mr. Thomspon.”

“All right, all right. Two months it is. I think Ernie might commit homicide if I made it any shorter. But I want a short engagement.” His finger circled relentlessly, and even though she was too sore and exhausted for more, it sent little ripples of desire all through her.

Two could play at this game. “How short?” she asked, moving her hips against him. She was rewarded with a slight stiffening of his cock against her bottom.

“A day?” he murmured in her ear, running his other hand up her other thigh and stopping just short of her curls.

“Be serious.” She wriggled again, and he let out a little groan as his body reacted.

“I am serious.” His voice was all smiles and smoke as he pulled her against his stirring length.

“No, you’re not. We need to wait at least a month, and you know it.”

“I know no such thing.” Sliding a finger between her folds, he touched her, tapping lightly and making her arch against him.

“Stop teasing.” Good God. How could he make her want him again so soon?

He took his hands away, holding them high. “As you wish, Mrs. Thompson.”

“No!” How could he get her worked up and just stop?

“Oh? You want me to keep teasing you?” His chest vibrated with laughter.

“You know exactly what I want, you meany.” His cock pressed into her back as it grew harder.

“Yes, I do. A month-long engagement, apparently.” The evil man kept his hands held high. “Very well, a month it is. After all, we wouldn’t want to do anything improper.”

He punctuated the last word by jerking his hips against her, making her yelp and grasp his legs beneath the water. Water sloshed out of the tub, and they both burst out laughing.

“You’re terrible!”

“Nah, I’m just stuck on you.” He hugged her from behind and placed a wet kiss on her cheek as she snuggled against him.

“Same here.” She leaned back her head and closed her eyes.

There was an ease between them that had never existed before. The tension of something unspoken had always gotten in the way. Now that all her messy, inconvenient feelings were out in the open, and her secret dreams had been fulfilled, she could relax with him as she never had before. The only thing she’d held back was honesty about the depth of her own weakness for him. It was too much to confess, even when he confronted her.