I rest my forehead on hers and force myself to slow down.
Her eyes are half closed and glossy. Her breaths tickle my skin every time she gasps. And that's all she does now. Gasp. Moan. Gasp again. My name spills from her lips a few times, and the wet sound of our joining echoes through the room.
Arden peaks in slow motion, her body clinching me tighter and tighter while her mouth falls open and her eyes flutter shut. When the full force of her release takes hold, she cries out and holds on to me with her entire body. I lift my head enough to see her face, so I can witness the intensity of her pleasure.
"Reese," she says, and it's a strangled cry.
I can't hold back any longer. I straighten my arms to get more leverage and thrust into her. Once is all it takes. I let go and lose myself inside her, pouring out everything I have while I shout her name.
Then I fall on top of her. Not the most romantic ending, but I seem to have lost all control over my muscles.
Arden combs her fingers through my hair, sighing with contentment. "You're the best lover in the world."
I chuckle. "You've never been with anyone else. How do you know I'm the best?"
"Because I do." She molds her lips to mine, but only for a moment. "I don't need to screw every man on earth to know that nobody else can compare to you."
"All right, have it your way." I slide off her body to lie on my back beside her, then link my hands under my head and smirk. "I'm the best ever."
"Don't get cocky about it."
"Why not? I'm always cocky, and you love it." I glance at her, still smirking. "Your grandmother thinks I'm amazing too."
Arden rolls onto her stomach, propped up on her elbows. "I love everything about you, Reese. You're more than amazing in bed. You're amazing, period. That's why I love you, because you're so sweet and kind and smart and funny."
"I love you for the sex."
She elbows me in the side. "You're supposed to tell me all the things you love about me, not go all sarcastic Brit on me."
"Maybe I should keep fucking you until you give up and admit that being British is what you love most about me." I palm her arse. "My accent is the reason you've never been able to keep your hands off me."
"Never denied that." She tips her head down and looks up at me through her lashes. "Keep talking. Your accent drives me wild."
I pull her on top of me. "Why don't I recite dirty limericks?"
"Yes, please."
I do that, and more.
Chapter Sixteen
Arden
The day after the night when Reese and I said the L word to each other, we fly to New Hampshire. On my grandmother's jet. She's coming to the wedding too, and no self-respecting billionaire travels commercial. Grams has the jet decked out with shades of pink and sunny yellow, including the seats. Reese doesn't seem to care about the girlie interior. He plops right down on the pink sofa, gesturing for me to join him.
I do. Duh. He's gorgeous, sexy, and British. Of course I do whatever he wants me to do and love every second of it. Unfortunately, all we can do on the plane is sit there and talk. Grams and Reese trade racy jokes, and I laugh. I don't know any dirty jokes or limericks or anything like that, so I let them have their fun.
Chance and Elena pick us up at the airport in a limo. We'll be staying at a bed-and-breakfast, since Chance and Elena's house isn't big enough to accommodate everyone. The rooms they do have are spoken for---by Elena's brother and his girlfriend, and by Dane Dixon.
"Why did Dane get first choice?" Reese asks, pretending to be offended.
At least, I think he's pretending.
"He's older than you," Chance says, "and he's much less irritating. Besides, I don't need to listen to you and Arden getting stuffed every night."
I raise my hand like a kid in school. "What does eating too much have to do with anything?"
Chance bursts out laughing. So does Reese.