Page 90 of Nothing But It All
He saunters across the room with a confidence I only wish I could attain.
“Why would I be nervous?” I ask.
He wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest. The motion is quick yet smooth, and my heart flutters at the contact with his body.
His eyes hood. Darken. His lips are full, as if they’ve already been kissed. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the heat of his skin against mine, and let the scent of my husband comfort me. Relax me.Excite me.
“I need you to do something for me,” he says, his palm splayed against the small of my back.
“What’s that?”
“I want you to tell me exactly what you want—what you like.”
My face flushes. “Jack . . .”
“Lauren ...” He grins, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “I’m on a quest to deliver the best experience I can offer. But to do that, I need to know what that means to you.”
I giggle. “You sound like an infomercial. Are you trying to sell yourself to me?”
“Pretty sure that’s illegal.”
I feather the hair at the nape of his neck, grinning. “Is this a limited-time offer?”
“I’d say the warranty expires in forty, maybe fifty years. It depends on how long Maddie stays with Daniel.”
My laughter fills the small bathroom.
Jack sways us back and forth. “I mean it, Lo. I’ve operated too long, assuming I knew what you were thinking and what you wanted. You’re going to have to tell me now.”
I start to pop off a joke, sure he’s kidding. But as I begin to speak, something in his tone stops me.
He’s not kidding.
“What does the best experience mean to me?” I ask. “It’s pretty easy.”
“And . . .”
I grin. “It’sthis.”
He places a kiss on my forehead, and I melt in his arms.
“I just want this,” I whisper. “I want you.” Pulling away, I look up and into his beautiful eyes. “Last night was one of the best nights I can remember. And it’s so ... goofy, almost. Sitting in bed, eating ice cream, laughing about things that probably aren’t even really that funny.”
He smiles.
“You weren’t just my husband last night,” I say softly. “You weren’t my adversary. You weren’t the father of my children or the guy that’s on the bank account.You were my friend, Jack.That’s what I want more than anything.”
“I have some bad news, then.”
My brows tug together. “What?”
“Billie is about to lose her best friend’s job, because I’m taking over.”
I laugh, running a finger down his jaw. “She’ll probably fight you, you know.”
“I can take her.”
“You do have an advantage.”
