To that, Ren weirdly asked, “Do you know what’s amazing?”
“Well… no,” I answered, bemused at this turn of conversation.
“That you give a shit enough about what you do, and about Smithie, to be big enough to set pride aside to do the job right.”
He.
Was.
So.
Awesome.
“You’re just saying that so I’ll kiss you,” I replied.
“No. I’m sayin’ it ‘cause it’s true. Though, I’m also sayin’ it so you’ll kiss me. But mostly I’m sayin’ it so you’ll fuck me.”
My happy place spasmed, but my eyebrows drew together.
“I was dancing all night and you want me to do all the work?
“Babe, you dance for eight, ten minutes tops. That hardly puts you out of commission.”
“I also had a run today,” I reminded him.
He grinned. “Yeah, I remember.”
That grin—another happy place spasm.
“So I’m thinking my man needs to put in a little effort,” I kept going.
“I did that after your run.”
This was true. And it was more than a little. This was because, before I got back from my run, Ren had cleaned my Lelo.
“Okay, a little more effort,” I amended.
“Are you sayin’ you’re good with missionary?” he asked.
“Missionary is growing on me,” I shared.
Ren grinned a grin I felt in my nipples and my happy place.
Then he set the note on his nightstand and lunged toward me, taking me to my back on the bed with him on top.
His lips to my lips, his eyes looking into mine, he suggested, “Let’s see if I can take it to number one.”
I was all for that.
Totally.
And I shared this by lifting my head and kissing him.
Hard, wet and wild.
Ren kissed me back the same way.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Top of That List
My eyes fluttered open as I woke.
Ren’s arms gave me a squeeze.
“Babe, you awake?”
I grinned to myself and rolled from Ren spooning me to me snuggling front to front with my man.
He wrapped a hand around my jaw, tipped my head back and moved in, giving me a soft, sweet morning kiss.
Oh yeah. This together togetherness rocked.
And did in a way that would last forever.
So that rocked a helluva lot more.
He disengaged and said in his sweet voice, “Mornin’, baby.”
