She should’ve been jealous. Should’ve gotten angry. Surprising herself, she laughed. “Do you keep trophies from all your conquests?”
“No.” He kissed her forehead. “Would you believe me if I told you I have no idea where that came from?”
“No.” She giggled again.
Before she could process what happened, his body covered hers. “I don’t want to think about who that belonged to. The only thing I want to think about is this.” He ran a hand up her shirt, over the cup of her own lacy bra. Her whole body buzzed with arousal. “And whoitbelongs to.” Desire flared in his eyes.
They fooled around on the couch like teenagers, kissing, groping. Everything she’d wanted to do with him when she was seventeen. When things heated past the point of no return, he carried her to the bedroom.
…
Thirty was a spectacular age. William couldn’t help the smirk forming on his lips. For the second time that day, he was inside Lucy. Astride him on her knees, she moved, giving him the birthday present she promised.
Her.
Naked.
He ran a hand down her belly to where they were joined. Eyes glassy, she fell to her elbows, panting against his mouth.
If today was any indication of the future, his thirties would be a fantastic decade.
He stroked her hips and buried himself deeper.
She closed her eyes, leaned back, and smiled. He groaned.
In one smooth motion, he twisted her to her back, thoroughly enjoying the littleOof surprise her mouth made before he drove home. She hitched a leg over his hip, pushing into him farther—moving with him harder, faster.
“So beautiful.” He slipped his thumb between them, tracing the line of her belly to the soft spot between her legs.
Her breaths quickened, then her muscles clenched around him, pulsing rhythmically as she arched. He relished the intensity as she finished. And then he followed. He dropped his forehead to the pillow beside her and let himself go.
They were both breathing heavily when he lifted up on an arm.
“Hey.” He ran his fingers through her hair.
“Hey to you, too.” She snuggled into him, wrapping her arms around his back and tracing little circles there. “Happy birthday.”
He smiled. “Best birthday ever.” Sometime during the past week he’d fallen ass over elbow for her. The lens on the camera of his life unexpectedly focused, as though he’d been seeing the world through a filter. Now, with her there, he didn’t need the filter any longer. Sharp reality wasn’t quite so cutting with her around.
“I didn’t even give you your gift,” she murmured.
“Thought you just did.”
Between the bedroom activities and the lopsided cake in the kitchen, she had her bases covered. Speaking of bases… He ran a palm over her breast. She swatted it and leaned across the bed to the nightstand. He ran a hand over her ass. If she showed it off, the least he could do was appreciate it.
She tossed him a small box wrapped with shiny brown paper and grinned huge. “Here it is.”
“You got me a box.”
“Open it.” She snuggled against his chest.
How could he say no to that?
The brown ribbon slipped off easily.
She nudged him with her shoulder. “Keep going.” She bit at her lip the way he adored so much. “They’re kind of from Mitzy, too, but mostly from me because I paid for them and shopped for them.” She leaned in, her full attention on the box as he lifted the lid.
Settled in the box were two gunmetal silver cufflinks, embellished with smiling cats. They had yellow gemstone eyes.
