Page 235 of Branded
“Yeah, love,” I said. “I think I’ve made that clear when I shared my?—”
Her hands went to my shoulders, mouth dropping close to my, breath on my lips.
“Your life,” she supplied.
“Our life,” I corrected.
A red-lipped smile that settled like a balm in my belly. “Our life,” she repeated.
And then…she kissed me.
And then…I felt as though my life had finally begun.
Thirty-Four
Beth
“I’m okay, love. I promise.”
His eyes did that thing they did when I called him that.
Warm Caribbean ocean.
White sand beaches.
Hot, humid air on my skin.
A cocktail in my hand, my sexy shirtless male next to me.
“We’re going on vacation once I can have a Mai Tai,” I commanded.
He grinned, smoothed his hand over my cheek. “Sure you’re good?”
We were standing in one of the tunnels of the arena, an elevator nearby, ready to take me up to the concourse and the seat I’d park my ass in to watch the game.
Then Raph had gotten permission for me to take the plane home with him.
And we’d be back in Baltimore.
Back to our lives.
I couldn’t wait.
For the first time ever, my life was uncomplicated and light, and I was happy.
Happy!
So yeah, I rose on tiptoe, brushed my lips over his, nudged him back. “I’m about to watch my man play hockey.” Another nudge. “So, I’m sure I’m good.” I watched him struggle, not wanting to leave me, and, no lie, that warmed my heart. But he needed to get ready for the game, so I added, “I expect two goals tonight.”
A smirk. “That’s all?”
My hand down his chest, sliding over his skintight undershirt that cupped every muscle in a way that had me wanting to coax him down the hall and find an empty room to show him exactly how much I liked it.
But…work.
Alas.
He had it.
