“Believe it.” He pulled back to look into her eyes. “I belong to you, heart and soul and…” He pressed up against her, making her laugh when she felt him, hard at her belly so that the “and” was clear.
“Tired of me already?” he asked with a smile in his voice.
“Not quite yet. You?”
His eyes darkened, and he kissed her again. “Never.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Never is a long time,” she said.
His voice was low, fierce. And very sure. “That’s what I’m counting on.”