Page 306 of Vegas Heat

Me:Great. I’m ordering in dinner and I have a surprise.

Mom:Can’t wait to see what it is!

I place an order at Desmonds, and then I wait.

The front door opens at four-thirty, and Gabby walks through it carrying an overnight bag on her shoulder. She holds up her key as if to say she thought it would be okay to let herself in, and a wave of emotion plows into me.

This is it.

This woman standing in front of me is my entire future, and I cannot wait to get started on it.

I leap across the room toward her. First I grab her bag and set it down, and then I pull her into my arms.

“I thought your family was visiting,” she says, a minor protest in her tone that seems to melt away in my arms.

“They’re out.” I drop my lips to hers.

She gives into the kiss for a beat. “For how long?” Her words are smashed against my mouth, and I can’t help but laugh.

“They’ll be back by five.”

“So could be now, or we could have a half hour to ourselves?” she asks suggestively.

“Want to risk it?”

She giggles. “No. I want you to take your time with me and not rush through it because we’re worried someone’s going to walk in.”

“Oh, I’m not worried.” I tighten my grip around her. “It’s my house and I can do what I want.”

She tips her lips to mine again, and she seems to soften a little as I jut my hips toward hers.

“Mm,” she moans softly, and that right there is one of the noises I’ve missed most. That sweet little sound of pleasure that falls from her out of instinct, as if she has no idea she’s even doing it.

“Fuck, I want you naked,” I growl, and she moans again as I drag my lips along her neck. She pushes her chest into me like she wants me to grab her tits, and I run my hands along her sides, cupping her breasts when I get to them before sliding them back down to her hips.

“Oh, you’ll have me naked,” she promises. “Didn’t you say you had some surprise for me?”

I kiss her again. “I do. And don’t worry. I plan to take my time.”

“I can’t wait,” she breathes.

Jesus. I can’t, either. And neither can my cock.

We both hear the doorbell ring, and I lean my forehead down to hers for a beat when it rings again. And again. And again. It’s my nephews, and I can’t help a small chuckle. “Ready for this?”

She closes her eyes and draws in a breath. “Ready.”

The front door opens a few seconds later, and that’s when the chaos ensues.

Jacob and Ethan are arguing about the doorbell: “No, you got to ring it more times!” “No, you did!”

My mom and Marissa are talking about some cupcakes they saw, and my brother heads up the rear of the pack, closing the door and locking it behind him.

They all freeze when they see Gabby standing beside me.

The loud ruckus of their entry ceases, and silences falls over the foyer.

Finally, my mom breaks the silence as a wide grin breaks out across her lips. “Gabby!” She rushes over to give her a hug, and everyone else follows behind.

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