Page 95 of About Yesterday
He leaned in and nuzzled, trailing soft kisses up her neck as her laugh erupted. He grinned and said, his lips on her skin, “I’m serious. Hostage rescue is not my specialty, but I get the job done, and you’re the first to self-rescue.”
Shifting, she took his mouth with hers. “I will never be bored with you.”
He nipped a kiss, but quickly sank in for a longer one, an ache in his touch. “I intend to be very boring for the rest of my life.”
Trace framed his jaw in her hands, thumbing his bottom lip as she studied him. “I love you. And I like you in one piece.”
“I was talking to Asher about teaching some self-defense classes. Something to stay active and feel useful.”
“You’d be a good teacher,” she said, nibbling her lip and absorbing as much of him as she could. Not because he was going to run, but because she couldn’t resist. “You could sell some of that furniture you’re making, too. After you finish my bookshelf, again.”
There were so many other things she couldn’t resist. Trace let her brow drop, her gaze wander away, and she took a long, mournful sigh. “We won’t have enough room for it all anyway. I, uh, heard back from the realtor a few minutes ago, and the house, we didn’t…”
“Fuck yeah,” he said, grinning wide.
“I can’t get anything past you,” she said, stealing his gaze and holding, teasing him with a look. “We got it.”
He leaned in and captured her mouth, sinking in for a kiss that stirred deep in her belly, spun her head in a whirlwind, and melted her to him. Between kisses, he murmured, “I think we should still do this outside.”
She laughed and kept kissing him. “I don’t think our guests will appreciate getting soaked.”
“Yeah, but it’ll be a hell of an adventure.”
The End
