Page 104 of Smooth Sailing

“Prettiest smile I’ve seen,” he murmured.

Ohmigod!

Nice!

“You think it’s safe to make out?” I asked.

His eyes came to mine, and now I saw regret.

“No,” he answered.

“Just a little?” I pushed.

That was when I saw close-up his eyes glimmered with humor.

“You think after that kiss this morning we could make out ‘just a little?’ It wasn’t easy to stop then. Now that I know how good it is havin’ that mouth, not sure that’s in the cards.”

I frowned as I was forced to concede, “I see your point.”

He chuckled again, I liked the feel and sound of it again, so I took a chance and snuggled closer.

His arms tightened even as he noted, “You got a list to make.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled.

“We can order pizza, Di.”

“Madison likes to cook with me.”

His body started shaking and it took me a bit to realize he was laughing.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“Tell me again how you’re not selfless all the time.”

I smacked his chest.

He caught my wrist, lifted it to his mouth, and I felt the brush of his whiskers along with the softness of his lips when he touched them on the inside.

And the all-over happy wiggles were back with a vengeance, because not only feeling that, but watching him do it was a massive turn-on.

“Go get the pad and bring it back,” he ordered. “We’ll do a big-ass shop. Make a menu or somethin’, so you’re not always havin’ to write out lists, and we’re not always havin’ to leave you with only one man on you when we go to the store.”

I thought this was a great idea, so I broke from his hold and zipped to the kitchen to get my pad and a pen.

When I returned, for a second I wasn’t sure what to do. Since he instigated cuddling, could I go back to that? Or did I need to give him space?

Hugger decided for me by taking my hand and tugging me to the couch where I was close.

“Let’s make hot fudge sundaes tonight for dessert,” he suggested.

“I’m so in love with that idea, I could cry.”

Now those fabulous brown eyes were twinkling.

“You’re a nut,” he joked (though, as we all knew, there was some truth to that).

“Not a bad one, though,” I said.

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