Page 17 of Curves and Waves

"Have I mentioned how much I love that you can do that?" I asked as he carried me towards the bedroom.

He waggled his eyebrows. "Once or twice. But feel free to keep mentioning it."

As we tumbled onto the bed, a stack of clothing I'd been meaning to pack toppled to the floor. I started to reach for them, but Caleb caught my hand, pulling me back.

"Leave it," he murmured against my neck. "We can clean up later."

All thoughts of packing flew out of my head as Caleb's lips found that spot just below my ear that never failed to turn me to putty. His hands roamed my body with familiar ease, knowing exactly where to touch to drive me wild.

"God, I missed you," I gasped as he trailed kisses down my collarbone.

Caleb hummed in agreement, his fingers working at the button of my jeans. "Show me how much."

I didn't need to be told twice.

Much, much later, as we lay tangled in the sheets catching our breath, I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" Caleb asked, propping himself up on an elbow to look at me.

I gestured to the chaos around us, clothes strewn everywhere. "So much for productive packing."

He grinned, unrepentant. "I'd say that was very productive. Just not in the way you originally intended."

I swatted at him playfully. "You're incorrigible."

"You love it," he shot back, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

And the thing was, I did. I loved everything about this man. His humor, his kindness, the way he could make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world with just a look.

The sound of the buzzer jolted us out of our post-coital haze.

"Shit," I muttered, glancing at the clock. "That's probably Jake."

Caleb groaned, burying his face in the pillow. "Already? What happened to taking our time?"

I laughed, rolling out of bed and searching for my clothes. "Time flies when you're having fun, babe. Come on, up and at 'em."

Fifteen minutes and a lot of frantic tidying later, we were presentable enough to answer the door. Jake stood there, a six-pack in one hand and a pizza box in the other.

"Hey, lovebirds," he greeted us. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

I felt heat rush to my cheeks, painfully aware of how disheveled we must look. "Nope, not interrupting at all. We were just, uh..."

"Talking about moving," Caleb supplied quickly. Maybe a little too quickly.

Jake's eyebrows shot up. "Uh-huh. Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

I groaned, stepping aside to let him in. "Can we please change the subject?"

Jake laughed, heading for the kitchen. "Fine, fine. But just remember, I am your brother. There are some things I really don't need to hear."

As we settled around the coffee table with pizza and beer, I caught Caleb's eye. He gave me a small nod, and I took a deep breath. It was now or never.

"So, Jake," I started, trying to keep my voice casual. "There's something Caleb and I wanted to talk to you about."

Jake paused mid-bite, his eyes narrowing. "Oh god. You're not pregnant, are you?"

I choked on my beer. "What? No!"

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