And he’s just made one of my fantasies come true – climbing the trellis at night to come to me.
“After all this time, a fantasy come true. In my fantasies, I was always in bed. You’d come in and ravish me.”
“That’s gonna happen as soon as this song is over.”
“You remembered that it was this song?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Sadly, no. I asked Cicely.”
“That was really sweet of you,” I say and lean my cheek against his chest, sighing happily.
He is a dream come true.
“How am I at romance so far, Bay?”
“Amazing,” I say dreamily. “If you lay it on any thicker, I fear I’ll swoon.”
“Is that a challenge?”
I giggle.
He continues moving with me and puts his nose to my ear.
“Your scent? It’s my oxygen. When you whimper my name? That’s my favorite song. When you point a smile at me? Each onefeels like a trophy I’ve earned. And Bailey? I’m gonna spend my life competing for as many of them as I can get.”
“Swooning is in progress,” I say dramatically, but happiness is swirling through me. “If this is a dream, nobody wake me.”
When the song is nearly over, he speaks, jerking his chin up and looking at my bed.
“Those nights I lay here wanting to fuck you in that bed? Torture.”
My expression drops.
But he speaks against my lips. “So now we both get to fulfill a fantasy.”
I turn that frown upside down quickly as he’s now ensuring the mood doesn’t dim by divesting me of my jeans and my t-shirt.
“My turn,” I tell him when I’m down to my undies and bra. I peel his tank up and off before undoing his fly and throwing his Levis down.
He undoes my bra with a snap of his fingers while putting his mouth to my mate mark and taking a playful nip.
I let out a little squeak and am abruptly lifted up.
Jase’s face changes briefly and I follow his gaze to see what he’s looking at. He lifts the old pair of glasses from the jewelry dish on my nightstand.
“Still weird that I don’t need them anymore.”
“You’re welcome,” he quips.
I laugh.
“So you don’t care about these ones?” he asks.
“Sorry?”
“These aren’t important, right?”
I give my head a shake. “Those are my old ones. They’ve got scratches on the lenses. I just kept them around in case–”