Page 49 of That Kind of Guy

“New deck.” Our faces were inches apart.

I leaned in further. “No. Repaired deck.”

We stared at each other a moment and I felt a spark between our gazes. Were we…going to kiss again?

Was this my do-over opportunity?

“No deal.” She shrugged and moved to walk out of the kitchen, but I held her in place.

“Okay, okay. New deck. Jesus Christ, Adams, you are a tough negotiator.”

She gave me a wicked smile that I felt all the way down to my cock before leaning in and rising up on her toes until her mouth was close to my ear. “That’s because I have all the power,” she whispered, and I shivered both from her words and from her breath tickling my ear.

She broke out of my grasp and walked out of the kitchen, and I stood there, thinking about what it would feel like if she pulled my earlobe into her mouth. I shivered again, and my cock ached. Jesus.

I had a thing for Avery Adams, and I had to get it out of my system.

Tonight. I’d make a move on her tonight.

“Great news,” I said to my parents as I walked back onto the patio. Avery stood next to them, and I pulled her tight to me. “Since you’ll be in France for so long, we’re going to get married before you leave.”

Their mouths fell open.

“Honey, that’s great,” my mom said. “You know we leave in a month, right?” She glanced between Avery and me. “And you really aren’t pregnant?”

Avery snorted. “I really am not pregnant.”

The image of Avery and I, naked in my bed, me thrusting into her and spilling into her, flashed into my head. Putting a baby in her.

I never really cared to have kids before.

The idea of Avery carrying our kid? Why was that so appealing to me?

I cleared my throat. “We just don’t want to drag this out forever. We don’t want it looming over us for a couple years.”

“Looming?” my mom repeated.

They frowned at us, and I glanced at Avery, who gave me an incredulous look. It was as if she was trying not to roll her eyes.

“I mean,” I started, smiling at her, “we’re just so in love that we don’t want to wait.”

“Aw, that’s nice.” My dad looked wistful.

“Do you have a dress picked out?” Elizabeth asked.

“Oh. A dress. Right.” Avery frowned. “I guess I’m going to need one of those.”

Elizabeth laughed. “If I didn’t know you two better, I’d think you weren’t interested in the wedding at all.”

Beneath my arm, Avery tensed. I glanced down at her, and something passed between our gazes. I squeezed her tighter, and she looked back to Elizabeth with a smile.

“I’ve never really been good at wedding stuff,” she said.

Elizabeth pulled out her phone. “Let’s go to Wedding Bells in Victoria next weekend.”

“Sorry?” Avery blinked.

“Wedding dress shopping. I’m coming with you.” She looked up. “I assume your mom will be there, too? It’ll be nice to meet her.”

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