And while he did, he felt his gut grow tighter and tighter.
Archie, who didn’t miss much, didn’t miss that.
“Jag?”she called.
He held her jaw in the palm of his hand and looked into hereyes.
“It’s a miracle,” he said.
Her black eyes warmed, her beautiful face grew soft, and sheasked, “What?”
“If your mom was even one percent like you, how your dad gotover losing her enough to move on.”
Her eyes instantly filled with tears.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he chanted quietly.“I’m sorry, baby.Ishouldn’t have—”
“That’s the most beautiful thing anyone ever said to me.”
A tear stroked down her cheek.
Jag caught it with the apple of his hand.
“I hope I’m a lot like her,” she said.“I try to be.”
And I hope I’m a lot like Graham Black, but I have noidea if I am, and I never will.
“Honey,” she called.
When he refocused on her, he saw she was watching himclosely.
“You’re you, and I don’t know her, but she’d have to bewhacked not to think you’re the best thing ever created,” he told her.
Humor lit her features as she replied, “She wasn’t whacked.”
“Then there you go.”
“You think I’m the best thing ever created?”
“Don’t fish, you know I think you’re the shit and have sincethe first minute I laid eyes on you.”
That got another expression lighting her features.
“Can I go down on you now?”she asked.
“Absolutely,” he answered.
She laughed and it was half chortle, half giggle.This meantit was half sexy, half cute.
While doing it, she pushed up his chest to kiss him.
And when she was done doing that, they went inside.
He was curved over her, moving inside her, Archie onher hands and knees under him, Jag on his knees, one of his hands laced withhers in the bed, the other one between her legs, fingers toying with her clit.
She was breathing heavy.
He was listening to it and letting the sound of it ramp himup as he alternately nibbled and tasted her neck.
