His shaft jerked against her bottom, grew hotter and thicker. He laughed softly. “Feel that, baby? That’s what you do to me. You’re so willing to please me and you follow instructions beautifully. A man wants a woman who gives him her trust and her body without reservation. You do that. I can’t ask for anything more. You aren’t afraid to tell me—or show me what you like. You don’t think that’s a turn-on? To watch you enjoying my body is the biggest turn-on there is. Sex is just sex, Isabeau. Love is different. Love is both mind and body, heart and soul. I don’t know how else to say it. When I’m with you, it isn’t just about my body being satisfied. I’ve had love—your brand of love—and I don’t ever want anything else.”

She rolled back over onto her side and scooted her round, firm bottom tighter into his lap. “Fine then. I accept. Now go to sleep.”

Conner stared down at her, at the long lashes once more veiling her eyes, and he started to laugh. “You’re going to be hell to live with, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, aren’t you going to talk about dresses and suits?”

“I don’t have a dress.”

“Are we getting married naked then? It has its possibilities.”

She laughed softly. “You would think that. No. We’re wearing clothes. Now go to sleep. Talking makes you hard.”

“You make me hard. Looking at you makes me hard. Lying beside you gets me hard. The sound of your voice, the touch of your skin . . .”

She pushed back into him and wiggled, rubbing her buttocks back and forth across his shaft. “Stop! I get the point.”

“So you want to wear clothes. What clothes? We didn’t exactly pack much and your dress has blood all over it. I shredded my clothes when I went to help Jeremiah.”

“I’ll wear my jeans. I brought a change of clothes, jeans and a T-shirt. Well, a tank top, but it will be fine. The point isn’t our clothes, right?”

“So a dress then. And a suit. We’ll have to ask doc where we can come up with something that will work.”

Her laughter was muffled against the pillow. “You’re impossible. I have no idea where we’re supposed to come up with a dress and a suit, but whatever.” Her eyes opened and she looked at him again from over her shoulder. “And I can tell you’re going to go through a lot of clothes. Perhaps you should practice stripping on the run without ruining what you’re wearing.”

“Extreme circumstances call for extreme reaction.”