“Not so ticklish anymore?” he asked, sucking on one peaked nipple. She drew in a sharp breath between her teeth. “You are impossible,” she said. He smiled, bringing his mouth level with hers. “But you love me,” he said, letting his nose graze hers, his lips hovering over hers. “I hope that wasn’t a question,” she said. “You can answer it all the same,” he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him close. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, I love you.”
