The Billionaire Gets His Way(45)
Author: Elizabeth Bevarly

“Well, what else does a reader need besides a happy ending?”

What indeed? Violet thought. “Well, when you put it that way…”

Gavin cupped his hand lightly over her shoulder, then brushed his fingers slowly down the length of her arm, over her wrist, her hand, her fingertips, under the sheet to settle gently on the curve of her hip. “I suppose we could give the reader one more love scene,” he said softly.

She lifted a hand to brush back an especially unruly lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead. “I told you. I don’t want to share you anymore. Not even with my readers.”

His hand fell from her hip to her belly, then traveled up her torso to cover one breast. “Then maybe we should give them one of those behind closed doors things.”

Violet skimmed her fingertips over his cheek, along the strong line of his jaw, over his finely sculpted lips. Along his throat, over his collarbone, tracing the very, very enticing line of hair that went from his chest to the narrow of his waist. “Behind closed doors would be good,” she said. “Even if the door isn’t exactly closed.”

He lowered his head to hers. “I was speaking figuratively.”

“I wish you’d stop speaking altogether.”

“Actions speak louder than words, is that it?”

“Show, don’t tell.”

Because Gavin had said everything that needed to be said. Now all that was left was for them to get on with it. With their actions. With their life. With their love.

Oh, wait, she realized belatedly. There was one thing left to say.

“I love you, Gavin. With all my heart.”

He grinned at that. “I love you, Violet. With all my soul.”

And really, when all was said—and done, though they’d be doing some, ah, doing here soon, too—that was all either of them needed for a happily-ever-after-the-end.