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She eased onto his erection, her body tight and hot and enveloping him with dizzying pleasure. Her breasts were perfect and perfectly positioned with her straddling him. He closed his mouth on one tight peak and, with his hands on her hips, guided her back and forth while he ground against her. When he felt her shudder, he kissed her, sweetly, wholly. Forever.
They slipped back into the water, slightly less naked that way, and he held her. Loved her.
“I talked to Amy’s parents,” he said. Rue had encouraged him to do so. It had taken a few months, but he owed them that much.
“And?”
“And they somehow ended up with a copy of that damned calendar.”
Rue laughed.
“They said I was their son, too, and they wanted me to be happy. And they’d love to meet you.”
“I’m happy for you, Ethan. I’m glad you heard that, and I’d be honored to meet them.”
“They saw the dedication in the calendar. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t do it for you. I did it for her.”
He swallowed a knot of emotion. Rue had dedicated the calendar to Amy’s memory, as someone who did so much to help animals, and he hadn’t even noticed. But that was just the kind of person she was. She hadn’t done it for credit. She was selfless.
And naked.
Carefree.
His.
She leaned her head against his shoulder. He slipped his arms around her from behind, and together they watched the rain dance against the bluest water he’d ever seen.
“You know, you’re going to marry me one day,” she said.
“I know.”
Hell, he was counting on it.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Acknowledgments
I absolutely must thank all the usual suspects. Tracy, my editor, for her endless patience. Michelle, for not blocking my email. My husband, for pretty much everything. My family for understanding when to scatter, and my mom for bringing dinner when I swore I wasn’t feeding anyone until I met my deadline. My street team, because they rock.
And I’d also like to thank Carol.
I met Carol around the time I started writing, when I was too clueless to realize how very little I knew. She was the very first person who cared about my words and the first to fight for my characters. Even before I knew enough to fight for them, she did. For the longest time, she was the only one who knew I’d written a word of fiction, so she was the only support I had. And, of course, she was right in saying my family would love what I was doing, so freaking tell them already. These days, I have the biggest cheering section in the world, but I’ve never forgotten when it was just her. Our paths have meandered a little, as all in life are prone to do, but she’ll always be a part of what got me to where I am today.
And for that, Carol, I could never thank you enough.
