Page 74 of A Package Deal

He smirked, lips pulled up on one side. “No, Slaywright. The other part.”

My gaze darted between his two eyes, brain absolute mush. What part? Warrick was chuckling now.

“You’re sorry and…” he supplied, his thumb stroking across my cheek.

My brain finally engaged and I gasped. “I love you!”

His smirk was a full-on grin now. “That’s the one.”

“I do love you, Warrick. Very much. I was just too scared to realize it.”

“Emmerleigh?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we done talking?” He dipped his head so low I felt his next words brush across my lips. “Because I really need to kiss you.”

And then he did. He wasn’t gentle and he wasn’t the master of finesse, but that was fine with me. Two desperate people who’d missed each other didn’t need a kiss to be movie perfect. His tongue teased my lips and I opened for him, needing to feel his urgency match my own. My arms wrapped around his neck and he tightened his grip on me before walking me backward into the gazebo. The backs of my knees hit something hard and my mouth came away from Warrick’s with a gasp.

He spun us around and had a seat on the wooden bench that ringed the gazebo on all sides. He looked up at me like I was his sun, his moon, his whole world. “I don’t want to get that pretty sundress dirty.”

I didn’t give a damn about the dress, so I reached behind me and unzipped it, letting it fall to my feet and leaving me in the silky underthings Warrick had also bought me. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze dipping down to take in every inch of me.

“Damn, Em,” he groaned, running a hand over his mouth.

Feeling like being bold was working for me today, I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned in. He tipped his head back and watched me climb onto his lap, my knees digging into the hard wood as I straddled him. I’d worry about the bruises later. Reaching back around, I unclasped my bra and let it fall from my arms.

“Gazebos have to be christened, just like new boats.” I tried for a flirty tone and mostly sounded ridiculous. Not that it mattered to Warrick. His hands closed in on my hips.

“I don’t have a bottle of champagne to shatter against the side.” His voice was so gruff it made me shiver in the warm evening air.

I leaned down and kissed him, only pulling back to whisper what I wanted. “If you make me shatter, we’ll call it christened.”

The man froze for all of a second before he was a blur of movement, unclasping his belt, getting his pants shoved down around his knees and my underwear ripped from my body. He was already harder than the damn wood digging into my knees and I watched as he notched himself at my opening. I slid down his length, both of us groaning at the feeling of being connected again. He took charge, lifting and dropping me back down, setting a pace I could barely keep up with. I held on to his neck and let the pleasure ripple through me in time with my rapidly beating heart.

This was happening. He’d forgiven me. He wanted this. Wanted me.

“All mine, wife,” he grumbled a few minutes later, right before his thumb migrated to my clit, setting off my orgasm almost instantly.

I threw back my head, lost to the pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes.”

His roar joined my nonsense words and he gripped me tight to his chest. Slowly, our hearts began to slow. The sheen of sweat on our skin began to cool, and the sounds of the night around us came back to my ears. I pulled back enough to drop a kiss on his nose.

“I guess that means you forgive me?”

Warrick chuckled, his hands roaming over my back and into my hair. “Forgiven the second I saw you standing there in this gazebo, looking scared to talk to me.”

I ran my fingers through his thick hair. “I wasn’t scared to talk to you. Just scared you wouldn’t want me.”

Warrick swatted my ass, the snap of skin connecting echoing in the gazebo. I yelped and he held me firm to his chest.

“What was that for?”

“For doubting I loved you. You do that shit again and I’ll lay you across my lap for more.”

I was indignant. And a little turned on by the visual.

Warrick groaned and dropped his forehead to my chest. “Don’t make that face. I need some time before round two.”

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