“Right,” she said, laughing. “It’s all my fault.”

In the faint glow of a nightlight, he gazed at her, drinking in every detail of her gorgeous face. “You know I love you more than anything, right?”

Her brows furrowed. “Of course I do. Are you worried I don’t know that?”

He shook his head. “Just making sure.”

With her hand curled around his neck, she drew him down to her. The instant his lips connected with hers, he forgot about everything but her. There was only her.

“You need to sleep,” she said.

He tugged at the belt to her robe. “I need you more.”

“Evan…”

“What, honey?”

“I love you more than anything, too. I love everything about our life.”

“So do I.” And he was loath to do anything that might endanger that life, even if it meant exchanging one dream for another. He didn’t want to think about that now, though. Not when he had some precious time with his love.

A year ago, he’d thought his life was perfect. As he freed himself from his clothes and sank into her warm, welcoming body, he found true perfection. Every time he touched her, he knew perfection, and he couldn’t imagine a day without her, let alone weeks or months on the road, promoting an album from a previous lifetime. All the years before her felt like they’d happened to someone else rather than him.

She caressed his shoulders, zeroing in on the tight knot of stress at the base of his neck. “You’re so tense, Ev. Are you okay?”

“Mmm, I’m better now.” Nothing in the world could compare to the sweet pleasure of making love with Grace. Everything about her appealed to him and had from the very beginning. They’d been together more than a year now, and every day was better than the one before.

Her hands slid over his back, clutching his ass to hold him deep inside while she climaxed. The tight squeeze of her muscles annihilated his control, and he cried out as he followed her. “Damn, that’s so good.” He captured her mouth in a deep, sensual kiss that revved him up again, like he hadn’t just come as hard as he ever had. “It’s always so damned good.”

“I don’t have anything to compare it to,” she said lightly, “so I’ll have to take your word for it.”

Evan smiled as he kissed her again. “Trust me when I tell you, it’s never like this.” He kissed her again. “Ever.”

Her arms encircled him, surrounding him with her love and her addictive scent. “When are you going to marry me and make a decent woman out of me?”