She sighed. “I must love you if I’m about to unpack that suitcase…”
“And?”
She matched his grin. “And demand that you take me somewhere fun. Right now.”
“Las Vegas it is!”
“I was thinking the club or the planetarium, but Vegas is fun too.”
“Right. Club. Planetarium.” James snapped his fingers. “Planetarium, then the club? Vegas as soon as we can swing it?”
“I don’t think the planetarium would appreciate me walking in wearing nothing but a skimpy dress and not much else.”
“Why, Gwenyth,” James said with a waggle of his eyebrows. “What do you have in mind for this club experience that requires you to be half naked?”
She pressed her hands against his chest, reveling in the strength, devotion, and vitality rumbling beneath his skin. “Take me to the club and make sure half the town knows that I’m the only woman you worship.”
Yup. She still had it. The ability to make him hard with one string of words, that is.
“I don’t think the club is ready for that.”
“I’mready for that.” Gwen brushed her knuckles against his cheeks. “If you’re also ready, let’s do it.”
“Been ready since the moment I met you.”
Gwen threaded her arm with his. “Somehow, I had known that.”
“Kinda hard to hide how much I love you.”
She squeezed his hand. “Prove it.”
Eventually, James would realize proving such devotion was a daily occurrence for the rest of his life. Until then, Gwen would enjoy the look on his face every time she asked for his proof of love.