Connected to him like this was a slice of pure heaven. She wanted it to go on forever, but as she rode him, rocked against him, and felt the stirrings of orgasm once again, she couldn’t help but drive toward that finish, only to back off, to pull away, and pause just to look at him. She tried to memorize his face, the way he looked when he was buried inside her. His muscles tightened and strained as he clenched his jaw, his heavily lidded gaze seemed so intently focused on her, yet he held her gently in his grasp. His fingers flexed and unflexed against her h*ps as she surged forward and then back. His hair had fallen over his forehead, and she brushed it away, then leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.

She’d only meant to brush his lips, but, oh, how she loved his mouth, and the way he kissed her so deeply, the same way he was buried so deeply inside her, physically as well as emotionally. He was part of her and always would be. Making love like this sealed the deal.

She lifted, her face only inches from his as she slid down on his c**k once again, so close to orgasm she had to fight to keep from coming.

“I love you, Gavin.”

His jaw clenched; he swept her hair from her face, brushed his thumb over her cheek. He rolled her over, then plunged deep inside her. She cried out with her cl**ax, and as she was coming, he looked at her and said, “I love you, Elizabeth.”

As he came, he groaned and called out her name, his fingers tightly wound with hers.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she realized she would never forget this moment.

After, they stayed tangled together, their legs entwined. She didn’t want to move, and Gavin didn’t seem to be in any hurry, either.

“Will you move into Castle Grayskull with me?”

She laughed at the use of her insult for his house. “Yes. Will you let me redecorate it?”

“Any way you want to.”

She lifted and laid her chin on his chest. “You trust me?”

“Of course I trust you.” He frowned. “You aren’t going to do any rooms in pink, are you?”

“Ugh. Are you kidding me? Maybe the baby’s room, if we have a girl.”

His eyes widened. “Are you pregnant?”

She laughed. “Not yet, but I imagine with a concerted effort you could get me that way. I’m not getting any younger, you know. We should get started on that as soon as possible.”

He rolled over and got on top of her. “I’m ready if you are.”

She looked up at this man she loved and realized that though she had never thought she would have a perfect life, somehow, some way, she’d gotten everything she ever wanted. She’d worked so hard to have the career she’d always wanted. And for a while that had been enough for her. She never thought she was going to fall in love.

But she’d been wrong.

She’d hit a home run. Together, they’d pitched the perfect game of love.

She giggled at the baseball metaphors.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked.

“We won.”

He looked at her. “Won what?”

“The game of love.”

He rolled his eyes. “That was lame.”

“Wasn’t it? Come on, get up,” she said, climbing off the sofa and smacking him on the butt.

He cocked a brow. “What? Why?”

“We have to go to the grocery store.”

“Again, why?”

“Because it’s time I baked you a pie.”

He laughed and rolled off the sofa. “That’s worth getting up for. Let’s go.”