Page 488 of Hell Hath No Fury
“I am.”
“And you’re seriously going to wait too?”
“I am.” I grinned. “Baby, I’m gonna need to let you go.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yes, you will.”
“Bye.”
I hung up and took a long, cold shower.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brynley
Harm arrived about twenty minutes after I set the roast in the oven. He looked gorgeous in his dark jeans, motorcycle boots, and black long-sleeved Henley.
“Hi,” I breathed out, unable to stop myself from licking my lips.
“Hey.” He grinned, closing the door. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks. So do you.”
“Briggs still here?” he asked.
“Yes. He’s in the shower.”
He dropped his toolbox on the floor and wrapped his arms around me, pressing me against the door and kissing me for all I was worth.
“I picked up a contraceptive today,” I said once I broke the kiss.
He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “I really want to take this to the next level.”
“When would you like to do that, baby?”
“Honestly?” I bit my lip. “Now. I’d like to do that now, I mean, tonight.”
“Fuck, really?”
I blushed. “Is it too soon? Oh my god, it’s too soon. I shouldn’t have said that.” I tried to pull away from him. “I’m sorry—”
His mouth was on mine again and he lifted me high enough so I could wrap my legs around his waist. Man, he was strong,and I say this because I was not light. I liked pizza and donuts and didn’t really get a chance to work out much.
“Fuck,” he hissed, lowering me to the ground. “What time’s your kid leavin’ for dinner?”
“Around five, I think.” I gripped his vest.
“But then we have the evening.”
I nodded. “Then we have the evening.”
“Right, then stop distractin’ me. I’m gonna get this fuckin’ security system installed, Bryn, so your kid doesn’t ask what the fuck I was doin’ all night while he was gone.”
“Okay.” I stepped away and turned toward the kitchen.
