I release her from my embrace in order to send a group text to my family. Sabrina and I are heading back now. Feel free to take a couple of turns.
“Let’s go,” I exclaim, grabbing her hand.
She pulls back, surprised and unsure. “But they’re waiting for us. Dex! Your family is?—”
I reach down and sweep her into the cradle of my arms. Her squeal is adorable, but I cut it short with a wet, hungry kiss. She clings to my neck, our tongues entangled and mouths crushed.
When we come up for air, I state, “You are either walking back with me so we can talk about this privately, or I’m going to carry you all the way home so we can talk about this privately. What’s it going to be?”
“I’ll, um, I’ll walk.”
I put her down. Grabbing her hand, we set a brisk pace. We’re both so heated from the kiss, the exertion, and the urgency, thick white mist follows us all the way home.
I lead her into our bedroom and point to the bed.
“Wait here,” I bark.
“But—”
“You expect me to eat your pussy every time I ask you to do something for me, wife? Because I’m totally fine with that.”
“Dex!”
“Wait. Here.”
I leave to gather everything I need.
Chapter 12
Sabrina
I wait.
My head is spinning and my heart is pounding, but I wait. I’ve never seen him so determined. That’s saying a lot. Few people are as controlled and resolute as Dexter Whitby.
He comes in with a folder, which he puts on the nightstand. Dex sits beside me and holds my hand.
“The fireplace downstairs. You noticed it right away. Why?”
Huh? I’m about to quibble about his question. What does a fireplace have to do with this urgent and important conversation? However, the seriousness of his expression stops me from complaining. I answer instead.
“Aside from the fact that it’s gorgeous?” I sigh, deciding to elaborate. “Remember when we played in the finals at Denver? Sixth grade, I think. There was a fireplace in the hotel we were staying at. Do you know what I’m talking about?”
“I do. In fact, I remember exactly what you said: If I ever have a fireplace like that at home, I’ll make s’mores every day.”
“I did not say that!”
“You absolutely did.” His grin stuns me. “Watching you sit in front of the fire with a book and a cup of tea is a major highlight of my day.”
“What’s your point?” I ask lightly. “That you have really boring days, or that you thought about me when you bought the house?”
He lifts a brow in a wordless what do you think. My mouth gapes open because that can’t be right.
Dex continues his mysterious line of questioning. “Whenever we vacation together in the summer, what’s your favorite place to eat at?”
“For real, Dex? I’m freaking out about your family wondering where we are. I’m anxious about how the future will pan out. You, however, decide to quiz me about our vacations.”
“Answer me.”
