Grace (39 page)

Some moments later he rolled onto his side, taking her with him, their bodies still linked in that most intimate of joinings. Breathing hard, he gazed at her passion-drunk face and was astonished to see her grinning at him. “What is it?” Trevor asked.

“Does it always feel like this?”

He smiled and nodded.

“And we get to feel this way each time we . . . do that?” She blushed and pulled lightly on the hairs of his chest.

“Each time we make love,” he agreed, kissing the tip of her pert little nose.

“How,” she said shyly, “How could I have ever run from this?”

With a low chuckle, Trevor rolled his wife onto her back and began moving within her again. “You ran,” he returned, “so that I could catch you. Somebody had to, and it had to be me.”