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“Me, either. Maybe this news will give her a boost.” He kissed her forehead, each of her eyes, the tip of her nose. “So what now?”
“Isn’t it obvious, my love? You marry me again, and then you get me pregnant as fast as you can.”
He stroked her back, his hands landing on her ass. “Ah,” he said. “I like that plan.”
India slid her arms around his neck and pressed closer. “How much time do we have?”
“You mean in this room?”
“Yes.”
“They don’t rent by the hour. It’s a fine, upstanding property. We’ll need to be out by noon tomorrow.”
She began unbuttoning his shirt, drunk with relief and arousal and gratitude. “Is there a bed nearby?”
Farris kissed her wildly and lifted her off the floor. His erection throbbed against her belly. “Through that door,” he muttered.
He scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
India raised an eyebrow when she saw the rose petals on the duvet. “Good grief, Farris. Is this the—”
A glimmer of his rakish, naughty, bad-boy smile returned. “The honeymoon suite? Yes, ma’am.”
“I love a man who’s always prepared,” she said smugly.
He lowered the zipper on the back of her dress. When he saw the black strapless bra and matching thong, he sucked in a breath. “Holy hell. I don’t know which is better—you au naturel under a dress, or this get-up.”
“I’m glad you approve.” When he started to remove her undies, she batted his hands away. “My turn to unwrap you,” she said.
“Nope.” He ripped off his shirt, pants and boxers in record time.
India sat on the edge of the bed and took in the show. “Oh, my.” Some men might look awkward standing there naked except for a pair of dark socks. Not Farris. He dispensed with his last two items of clothing and closed the gap.
“Sorry, love. Couldn’t wait. I happen to know you’re a tease.”
She threw a rose petal at him. “Couldn’t wait for what?”
“You.” He eased her onto her back and stretched out beside her, his gaze dark with passion and a dozen other emotions. He touched her right hip gently. “You still have a bruise. Poor Inkie.”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” She focused her eyes on his face, the classic profile, the kissable lips. She wanted him badly, and she saw the same yearning in his gaze. Maybe they were both afraid this was a dream. She floated on a cloud of contentment laced with urgency and heat. “Besides, it was worth it if that crisis convinced you that you couldn’t live without me.”
Farris sobered, his fingers still stroking her hip. “Don’t joke.” He bent to kiss the remnants of her clash with the ground. “That was one of the worst days of my life.”
She lifted her hips and tugged her panties down her legs. Then she unfastened the front closure on her bra. “I need you, Farris.”
As he tossed the bra aside and moved on top of her, she felt the dark mourning of the last five years shimmer and disappear in the heat of a new adventure.
“You’re mine,” he groaned. He moved in her carefully, as if this was their first time.
India curled her legs around his waist, feeling the way he stretched her, filled her. “Always,” she whispered. “Don’t ever shut me out again.”
“I won’t,” he said, the words husky with emotion.
They both came quickly, their cries mingling as they found release.
India stroked Farris’s hair. “I’m sort of regretting the fact that I shipped my engagement ring and wedding ring back to you when we broke up. I guess you had to sell them, too.”
He reared up on one elbow, his hair rumpled, his eyes heavy-lidded. He scowled. “I would have chosen to live in a rodent-infested walk-up before doing that. They’re in a safety-deposit box at my bank. But to be fair, a second marriage to the same guy probably deserves a bigger ring. As a penalty for my being an ass.”
