Page 65 of Lipstick Kiss

“Help yourself to a t-shirt,” Luke called out.

He heard drawers opening and closing as he washed his hair and then his body. When he towelled off and joined Freya in the bedroom, he found her crossed-legged in a pair of his black boxers and a white t-shirt. Her nipples were hard, poking the material to get his attention. He became hyper-aware of Freya, more than his wet dreams could ever muster.

“Have you broken into it yet?” Luke asked, nodding to the tin in her lap.

“No. Have you got your laptop here? I think my phone is on the seabed. It wasn’t on the ground when we left the cave.”

“Oh shit. We’ll need to get you another one ordered.”

“I can do it from your laptop, should get here in a few days.”

“Sure, I’ll go grab it.”

“Can you get snacks too? I think I’m going to crash from shock.”

“Are you talking about us?” Luke said, stepping towards her. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she said, laughing. “I’m talking about holding my breath for so long and thinking I was going to die, and I’d never kissed you.”

“Well, we sorted that out,” he said and gave her a salacious grin.

“That we did. Now go, snacks and technology.”

“Freya,” Luke said softly.

When she looked up from the tin, she gave him a wide smile.

“We didn’t talk about birth control.”

The smile slid right off her face, and then she mouthedoh shit.

“No more sex today because I don’t have condoms, and I’m not going to my brothers for those. It’s bad enough they guessed we’d got together when I went to get provisions.”

“They know? How do they know?”

“Jason,” Luke said.

“Might’ve known it was him. He is too astute for his own good.”

Freya dropped her head and then brought it up, looking pained. “How did they take it?”

“In no particular order, Heidi wants me to propose and for you to move in before we’re married. Erica wants you to have a baby and for me to not fuck this up. Jason and Archer basically agreed with the women. But I should warn you, I might be a little lost now we’ve crossed a line.”

“Do you have any regrets?” Freya asked quietly.

“None. Do you?”

Freya shook her head and then put her hand flat on her belly. “Do you want to marry me?”

“Yeah, Peaches, I want to marry you. But I’m gonna propose properly. You better say yes.”

“Let it be a surprise,” she said, raising both eyebrows and looking disinterested at the tin.

Luke lunged for her and brought her up on her knees at the edge of the mattress, his thighs pressed against her. He kissed her so deeply she went boneless in his arms.

“You’re a cheeky one, Peaches. If you don’t say yes, we’re still living together and having my babies.”

“If you’re so set on babies, we won’t need condoms, will we?”

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