Page 104 of My Infatuation with Isabella

She smiles, a smile that makes me fall more in love with her. “Fine, De Lorenzo. We’ll do your stupid, boring cuddles...but at least give me some skin.”

I chuckle as she helps me take off my T-shirt. I get off the bed to kick off my sneakers and strip off my jeans. Her eyes move over my chest, then down my abs, then they just sort of get stuck at my groin. I still have a boner and I pretend I don’t see the way she looks at it like she wants to yank down my boxers and climb on top of me. I don’t know what kind of erotic thoughts are running through her mind, but the way she catches her lower lip between her teeth makes my whole body tense up.

“What if...what if I just put it in my mouth?”

I have to shut my eyes and breathe through the effect that question has on me. When I finally find the strength to look at her again, my annoyance takes over and I give her the death stare. “Fuck no! Are you crazy? If that mouth gets anywhere near my dick...I’m building a white picket fence around this placetomorrow!”

A squeal bursts out of her, and she drops back against the pillows, almost wheezing from laughter. Watching her makes me crack up, too. I switch off the light, climb under the covers, then pull her toward me until she’s nestled against my side.

“Now shut up and let’s just cuddle.”

We’re both still laughing when she rests her head on my chest and her fingers lightly trace along the scar on my left ribs.

“I don’t think waking up beside you is going to be that bad,” she says.

“You may even enjoy it.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” She tilts her head up to kiss me goodnight. “Well, this was a huge disappointment, but at least we’ll wake up tomorrow knowing we’ve finally crossed over into being the type of people who no longer have sex for fun.”

“I was never the type to have sex for fun. Besides, didn’t you give up the ho life and casual sex, anyway?”

She scoffs. “That went out the window on Christmas eve, thanks to you. And what I’m trying to say is that now we’re...boring, responsible adults who have enough impulse control to go to bed without screwing.”

“I feel like I could take out a mortgage right now. That’s how boring and responsible I feel.”

“I feel like I could spend within a budget.”

“I feel like I could complain about how the economy is tanking to a guy named Roy.”

“I feel like I could exchange quiche recipes with someone named Diane.”

A grin spreads across my face. “Shit, how do I even top that? Uh...I feel like I want to build you that white picket fence.”

She smiles and kisses me again. “I feel like I might just let you.”

17. Isabella

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