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I shudder and grip his neck as I say, “I want you.”
He groans, a guttural noise that sounds inhuman. “It’s about fucking time.” And then he drops me to my feet and his lips are on me, desperate and frenzied. His tongue urgent and unrelenting. My body melts into his as my frozen limbs thaw with every suck, nip, and lick. I fork my fingers through his hair, pulling him in as I arch into his kiss until a thought strikes me and our lips yank part with a hard shove to his chest.
“The next time you leave for a fire without telling me, I will kill you, Luke Fletcher. Do you hear me?” I pound my fist on his chest. “I’m your wife and you have to tell me where you’re going.”
“Okay,” he replies with a drunken-looking smile while trying to pull me back in.
“I’m serious.” I press my finger into his chest, not giving in quite yet. “You’re my emergency contact and I better damn well be yours.”
He pulls back and smirks at me like I’m some adorable puppy who needs a cuddle. “Okay, babe.”
I swallow the knot in my throat, my brows still knit firmly together. “Okay.”
He steps toward me again, cautiously, his eyebrows arched like he’s waiting for me to wail on him one more time. “Okay?” he asks, as his hand snakes around my waist.
I nod. “Okay.”
He dips down and brushes his lips softly over mine as he murmurs, “Okay.”
“Okay,” I repeat, feeling dizzy as I pull him closer, desperate to feel right again.
“Okay,” he whispers one more time, and then my equilibrium is thwarted as my feet come out from under me because my husband has lifted me up to carry me over the threshold... into our home.
Well, okay.
Chapter 31
Fact or Fiction?
So this is love.
Luke
My heart races as I stomp through my house, not bothering to kick off my snowy boots as the desperate urge to get this woman in my arms warmed up overwhelms me. And I don’t mean warm her up with my lips. Yet.
Right now, Addison is soaked and shaking and needs out of these wet clothes before I can do any of the things I want to do to her.
I step into my bathroom and shift to flick on the lights as she shudders against me. “Fuck, I need to get you warmed up, babe,” I growl, setting her down on her feet.
She looks up and nods, rubbing her hands together.
I step into her space and cup her hands with mine. “We gotta get you out of your wet clothes and into the shower. You okay with that?”
“Yy-yye-essss,” she stutters, starting to peel her jacket off.
I have to bite my tongue as I help her shed the drenched clothes. The fact that she ran in this wet shit while it was snowing, only wearing sneakers and leggings, makes me fucking furious. I want to bend her over my knee and spank her for being so careless with the woman I’m fucking crazy about. The woman who is stubborn to her core.
But she did admit to wanting me.
That’s progress.
And I’m embracing those words with everything I have.
She pulls her shoes off and I bend to remove her soaked socks, swearing under my breath when I see how red her toes are.
Standing, I rub her arms, trying to get the blood flowing back into her limbs. My breath hitches when she starts to pull her loose T-shirt up. Our eyes lock briefly with unspoken words as we prepare to step fully across our friendship barrier. Ready or not.
My fingers brush her ribs as I help bring her shirt up and toss it to the floor, fully intent on never going back to what we were before.
