Page 137 of Fluke
“I need to find some tape.”
“For what?”
“So my stuff doesn’t blow out of the boxes in the back of your truck.”
His eyes light up. “Really?”
“Really.”
He holds my face and brings his mouth to mine. It’s desperate yet controlled, demanding yet gentle. It’s perfect, just like him.
My tongue swipes his lips. He growls into my mouth. He cups my ass and stands, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He walks us toward my bedroom, our kisses growing frenzied. He tosses me on my bed.
“What’s the third thing?” he asks, stripping his shirt over his head.
I toss my top at him. He snatches it out of the air and grins.
“The third thing?” I shimmy out of my sleep pants and toss them to the side. “This.”
He removes the rest of his clothes and climbs onto the bed with me. Hovering over my body, he smiles.God, I’ve missed that smile.
It’s only. Been a day, but when you think you’re not going to see something again, that time feels like forever.
“I love you, Mr. Carmichael. And if you ask me to move in again, I’ll say yes.”
“Move in with me.”
“Yes.”
“Marry me.”
“Ye—whoa, wait.” I giggle as his grin deepens. “It really is too soon for that.”
He kisses me softly. “Fair. I’ll take what I can get.”
I’m sure he already knows that he gets it all. He already has it all.
32
PIPPA
I’ve never seen a house so full of life.
“If you get overwhelmed, just say the word,” Jess says as we step inside. “I’d hate to have a reason to go back to our house.”
I look at him and grin. He winks at me, making me laugh.
My God, I love this man.
“Did you bring the pop?” Banks yells from the kitchen table.
Jess holds up two twenty-four packs. “This cost about fifty bucks, I’ll have you know.”
“I had no idea,” Banks says, making it clear he absolutely knew that. “Hey, Pip.”
“Hi, Banks.”
