Page 14 of Making Home with You
“Would have been nice to have some company,” she purrs, trailing her nails down my arm.
I step back now, pushing open the door.“If there’s nothing else, then,” I say, giving her a firm look.“I need to get back to work.”
Then I walk out the door before she can say anything else.
The rest of the day passes smoothly; everyone in the office getting a good laugh out of the newest additions to the side of Carla’s shop.Around five-thirty, I clock off, anxious to get out of here and home to what I know will be waiting for me.
On the way, I stop by the market and grab some food, hoping I can throw together something that resembles dinner before Sarah gets to my house.
As much as I can’t wait to get her naked again, I also want to get to know her.Find out more about the woman who I cannot stop thinking about.
When I pull into my drive and get out of the car, I hear a door slam.Turning, I see Sarah crossing the road and walking toward me, bags of what look like groceries in her hands.
“Hey,” I say, smiling at her.
“Hi,” she says, stopping in front of me.
I watch as she takes me in, her eyes roaming over my uniform, the badge on my chest, the gun holstered to my belt, the cuffs on the other side.When she looks up at me again, she’s got a half smile on her face and one eyebrow raised.
“Like what you see?”I ask, my voice low.
“I do,” she says, stepping closer and flattening her hand against my stomach.“Very much.The uniform looks good on you, Finn.”
I chuckle, lean down to press a soft kiss against her lips.“It’s good to see you too, Sarah,” I murmur.
She smiles against my mouth, her hands moving to the cuffs now.“You ever use these?”she asks, teasingly.
I grin, pulling back as we both head inside the house.“Yep.”
Sarah kicks of her shoes and we walk into my kitchen.“Purely for business?”she asks.“Or sometimes pleasure?”
I chuckle.“Business,” I tell her.“But I’d be open to changing that if you had something in mind.”
Sarah winks at me, a huge grin on her face as she says nothing and starts to unpack her bags.I watch as she pulls out containers of what looks like Chinese take-out, a six pack of beer and a tub of ice cream.Before I can do something ridiculous like drop to my knees and beg her to move in with me, I say, “I’m just gonna get changed.”
“Okay,” she says, moving about my kitchen to grab plates and cutlery.
But I don’t move.Instead, I watch her, my eyes wide and my mouth open as I try to absorb just how weirdly normal this all feels.How the sight of her in my kitchen, preparing us dinner doesn’t freak me the fuck out, but in fact feels one hundred percent right.
Eventually, I turn and head back to my bedroom, locking away my gun, cuffs and keys and swapping the uniform for a pair of sweats and a long-sleeve t-shirt.When I come back out, Sarah has the food on the table, an open beer in her hand, which she passes to me before grabbing one for herself.
“Shall we eat?”she says, gesturing toward the table.
I step closer, pull her into my arms and press a hard kiss against her mouth, her gasp allowing me to slip my tongue inside.I feel her arms wrap around my waist, her body pressing against me as I continue to kiss her.
Eventually I pull back, both of us breathless as we stare at each other.
“What was that for?”she whispers.
I grin, brush a hand down her cheek before pulling out her chair.“A thank you,” I say, taking a seat.“For dinner and for coming over.”Sarah blushes a little and it’s fucking adorable.“So, how was your day?”I ask, as I offer her the rice.
She shrugs.“Okay, just hung out with Erin mostly.How was yours?”
I take the rice she offers me and spoon some onto my plate, but her mention of Erin has me ignoring her question and asking another.“Where do they think you are right now?”
Sarah shifts a little in her seat.“Um, they’ve gone to Gloucester,” she says, not looking at me now.“Shopping for baby furniture and stuff.They’ll be ages too, because they’re grabbing dinner.”
“Nice,” I say, nodding.While it doesn’t get me an overnighter, it does buy me a few hours.“That was fortunate.”
