Page 120 of Blow Me Down
“What’s that?”
“You don’t look like you did in the game.”
My hand froze in the middle of stroking his hair. “I don’t?”
His eyes glinted like mercury in the sunlight. “No. You look better. Your brain lied to me about just how beautiful you really are.”
I smiled, warmed to my toes by the love that shown in those bright eyes.
“But that is just icing on the cake so far as I’m concerned. What you said in the ambulance was absolutely right—it’s the inner you that I fell in love with, the you that shines through everything else. I love you, Amy Stewart. Marry me again?”
I pretended to think about it. “Will you share what you have with me?”
His eyes widened a little in surprise. “Of course. Holder turned over Paul’s notebook with his bank account numbers and passwords, and the police assure me it shouldn’t be any problem recovering the money he stole from me.”
“Silly man.” I kissed the end of his nose. “I don’t mean worldly goods. Despite the avaricious nature of my daughter, I don’t care anything about your fortune.
I meant important things, like time. You’re not going to turn into one of those workaholic people who are never around and never have time for their families, are you?”
“You mean someone who spends her free time doing other people’s work? That sort of person?”
I punched him gently on the shoulder. “I’ve changed. I know now what’s really important in life.”
He laughed and tugged me down so I rested on his chest, careful to avoid his injured side. “Sweetheart, you haven’t changed one bit; you’ve just adapted a little. You’re going to manage me just as you’ve managed everything else in your life, but I’m not going to complain. So long as I’m on the receiving end of your attention, I’m happy.”
His lips were as sweet as they were in the game— sweeter, because I realized just how much my brain hadn’t included in our intimate activities. I flicked my tongue across his lower lip and said, “Well, at least we know thatthisis going to be better than virtual reality.”
“Better?” He pushed me back a little and looked slightly insulted. “Madam, are ye implyin‘ that I wasn’t man enough to satisfy yer lustful needs?”
“Of course not! I just meant that sex in reality has to be better than mind sex—
”
“That’s a challenge if I’ve ever heard one,” he interrupted, pulling me back so my mouth was on his. His hand slid up my waist to cup my breast. “Prepare to make good your slur, wench.”
“Corbin,” I said in between kisses that were growing more and more heated.
My body started to tingle in a familiar fashion. “Remember what the doctor said. No strenuous activity.”
His fingers slid down my hip, pulling up my skirt and tugging my leg so my knees were on either side of his hips. “That’s why I’m going to let you do all the work.”
“But… your stitches,” I said, the pressure inside me demanding a release, but worry about his health taking precedence. I pushed down the blanket to look at the small bandage on his side. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
“A little, but there are other parts of me that hurt much worse, and since you’ve devoted yourself heart and soul to taking care of me, I think you should start with the biggest ache.”
I wiggled a little, his “biggest ache” apparent under the thin blanket that covered him. “Well… there is a little matter of a promise that you’ve yet to keep.”
He frowned. “A promise? Other than marriage?”
I climbed off him to lock the bedroom door, returning to pull off my blouse and skirt before leaning over to kiss the wits right out of him. “A promise inherent in the game.”
His fingers were busy removing my bra and stroking the flesh he uncovered in the process, but he stopped long enough to raise both his eyebrows.
“The title of the game, my darling.” I smiled into the kiss I pressed to his welcoming lips. “I fully expect you to buckle my swash, baby.”
Blow me down if he didn’t!
