He does as I ask, I slide onto his lap, and put my palms to the stubble on his cheeks. “I am really, really sorry the Joey thing blew up. I honestly forgot to tell you.”
My mouth kisses his boo-boo, he closes his eyes and hisses. “Babe, if anything happens to you, I won’t recover.”
“Don’t stress abouddit. I promise. I’ll be super careful.” I kiss his soft, warm, lips and hold him until his tense shoulder muscles relax.
Suddenly, this amazing idea comes to me. “How about you and me take a trip to the Bahamas?”
He puts his hand to my forehead. “You lost your ever-lovin’ mind?”
“Maybe, but hear me out. Melissa Whitbread still insists Gillian is being held against her will. She gave me carte blanche. So, when I noticed the GPS was off, I used her credit card, called Jason, and he found her. She’s staying at this incredibly exclusive island resort.”
“Huh. I saw her bank accounts. She wasn’t rich. You don’t suppose she sold the Whitbread’s baby?”
“You’re right. What else could it be? We need to be sure before handing the case to the FBI. We collect our fee and badda bing, badda boom, we are done. I swear, you can do everything. I will simply lounge by the pool and have a much-earned vacation. And, as an added bonus, it will keep us away from Tony’s henchmen.”
“Who’ll watch Catrina?” At his question, I do a silent high five.
“Frankie.”
“The hitman? No way.”
“You want to tell him we left her with someone else?”Bermuda, here we come.
Suds pouts but his eyes twinkle. “You are the most impossible partner-slash-wife.”
“Slash-baby-mommy.” Grinning, I kiss those wonderfully soft lips.
He grumbles something more deep in his chest and takes me into his arms. “I think it’s time for makeup-sex.”
“Why? Did we have an argument?” I flutter my lashes.
He rolls his eyes. “You know damn well we did. Now, up the stairs before I get mad all over again.”
Chapter 11
Suds
My jaw aches like a futher-mucker but I’d rather my wife not know. We need the healing only mindless sex can bring and I don’t want her fussin’ over my face. As I follow her up the spiral steps, I picture her pretty behind in a tiny beach bikini and my cock crams against my fly.
Hell, I knew what she was like when I married her. If anything, her propensity for trouble turns me on and makes me want her more. Who else in the whole damn universe could keep her safe? In that respect, I suppose our relationship might be a tiny bit dysfunctional but nobody’s perfect, right?
Sam lies flat on the futon and stretches long until her pink big toes, touch the railing. “What are you thinking?”
“Make-her-so-crazy-she’ll-behave sex.” Lust raging, my seams rip as I pull my shirt over my head and toss it toward the hamper.
Then, I kick off my boots, grip my waistband, and tug my jeans down along with my underwear. Freed, my happy willie bounces toward her, raring to go.
“How about, he-needs-to-trust-me-more sex?” Eyes on her favorite plaything, she licks her lips and strips faster than me.
Not very likely.I kneel on either side of her waist and stroke my hands up and down the front of her body.
“That feels so good.” Purring, she clasps her hands behind my neck and brings my mouth to hers.
“I love you, sugar.”
“Love you, too.” Her fingertips dig into my flesh and a shiver shoots down my spine.
As much as I need to set her straight, I need this more. Her body, her strength, and her humor make everything right by me. They always have. Kissing down her jaw, I slip my hands between her shoulder blades and raise her full tits to my greedy mouth.
