Page 93 of The Locksmith's Promise

“We’ve been ousted,” I murmured.

“Time to move on to bigger and better things,” he countered.

I twisted to look up at him. “Like what?”

Eyes lit with warmth, he smiled and reached out, stroking the key on my ribs over my thick fleece.

“I’ve got a promise to keep.”

“You know,” I began, ready to jump in with both feet now that I’d decided. “Corwin won’t be home anytime soon. If we hurry…”

He grinned and caught my hand in his. “My place?”

We made it back in record time, stumbling up the stairs laughing like naughty teenagers. The gossipmongers would have a field day if any of them spied us, but I no longer cared.

Let them talk. Baxter was mine and I was his.

Baxter, my Baxter, tugged me into his apartment and unceremoniously slammed the door before backing me up against it.

Smiling down at me, he grasped my wrists and pulled them up over my head.

“Uh oh,” I breathed.

His smile broadened as he turned his ball cap around and leaned in to kiss me.

He tasted different today, like freedom and bliss instead of loss and regret.

I wanted that for him.

I wanted it for both of us.

I tipped my chin up and opened to him.

When he pressed his hips against me, rocking his erection against my belly, desire exploded in my womb.

“What do you say we move this into the bedroom?” I breathed. “Is that skinny mattress of yours any good?”

Tossing his cap aside, he dropped his coat and peeled off mine before dipping down and shoving his wide shoulder into my belly.

I laughed in disbelief when he hoisted me up and carted me through the tiny kitchen and family room to his bedroom.

Sliding me down his long body, his hands dragging up the backs of my thighs and over my round ass to my back, he set my feet on the floor.

“See for yourself!” Grinning widely, he tackled me to the bed.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, my back hitting the firm surface. “It’s great!”

Reaching for the hem of my sweater, he whipped it off over my head before ditching his own.

Groaning, he dropped a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my breast encased in soft pink lace.

“Are we in a hurry?” I teased as his hands flew to the button of my jeans.

His dancing eyes flitted up to mine. “Hoping for two rounds,” he admitted with a laugh.

My eyebrows rose. “Ambitious. I like it.”

My hips lifted off the bed as he grabbed hold of the ankles of my jeans and pulled them off with my socks.

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