“I do,” she gasped, wanting to please him. Wanting to say the right thing. “Still,” she blurted. “I—I always did.” His eyes flew wide, staring into her own. “Yes,” he breathed, “so did I. Always.” And just like that Jeremy Vance came apart, his eyes boring into her, his hands gripping her buttocks tight. “God, you always make me feel so good,” he groaned, and collapsed heavily on top of her.
