I shook my head. “And I wasn’t going alone.”
His lips touched my skin. “No. You weren’t.”
He wrapped his arms around my body, and I hooked my feet together behind his back. He was still hard inside me, and as I sighed into his hair, I was struck by a barrage of overwhelming feelings.
Of fulfillment. Of happiness. Of belonging.
Of completeness.
“Shower,” George ordered, moving back and pulling me with him. He carried me into the bathroom as I was laughing into his shoulder and git in the shower before turning on the water. Ice-cold water sprayed over us and I screamed, squirming to get away from it.
His laugh washed over me the way the warming water did. “Just a little cold water, Gina.”
“Put me down now,” I sighed, pressing
