“Yes, you are.” He pushed off the jamb and took the two steps to me, gripping my hips and setting me on the counter. He slid his hands along the outsides of my thighs, running them up and down along my bare skin. “I just realized I never got my massage or my other yoga class. And since your mom was talking about you going home next week, I figured we better get on that.”
“Oh, you just realized, did you?” I bit my lip in an attempt to stop my smile from spreading, but it was no use. Seeing it only made him scowl harder, which, in turn, only made me burst out laughing, though that obviously didn’t help the situation.
“I don’t know what the hell is so funny,” he grumbled, hands frozen on my hips.
“I’m sorry,” I said through giggles. “I shouldn’t laugh. But you really thought you were being smooth, didn’t you?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“No?” I tipped my head to the side as I stared up at him. “So that wasn’t you digging for information in a roundabout way rather than just asking me outright if I’m planning on staying?”
His only answer was a tick of his jaw. “So what if it was?”
I rolled my lips in, trying in vain to hide my smile, but it eventually burst free. “I don’t plan anything.”
“I’m aware,” he said with frustration, but his words were laced with nothing but love.
“You know what that means?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck and sliding my fingers into his hair.
“What?”
“It means I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon.”
He stared down at me, brow furrowed. “I’d prefer ever.”
“Don’t get greedy. Or bossy. You know I don’t like that.”
He leaned down, not stopping until our noses brushed. “What I know is you soak my cock when I get bossy with you, so forgive me if I don’t believe you.”
I gasped. “Rude. And untrue.”
Now it was time for him to smile, and it swept over his mouth slow as molasses, the sight of it warming my insides. Then he slid me off the counter and gripped my ass as he walked us into the bedroom. He tossed me on my side of the bed—yes, I had a side, though I spent my nights wrapped around him like a koala—and braced his hands on either side of my head.
“If you needed me to fuck the lies out of you, lawbreaker, you could’ve just asked. Now, strip.”
I could’ve pushed back, continued on with my little facade—that we both knew wasn’t true—or I could strip and have some fun. So, I did what any woman in my shoes would’ve done when faced with a shirtless Brady, ready to kill her with orgasms. I yanked off my shirt, tossed it aside, and then hooked my leg around his hip, dragging him into me.
“Oh no, Sheriff. What an awful punishment. Next thing I know, you’ll be pulling out the cuffs and spanking me.”
Brady’s answering grin was the last thing I saw before he kissed me. And then he kept kissing me…everywhere, all night long.
EPILOGUE
BRADY
A week later,Luna and I drove to the resort for the morning meeting. Her hand was clasped in mine, both of them resting in her lap as she prattled on about a new recipe she wanted to try—not for food, mind you, but for a hair cream—and I was soaking up every word.
After Aiden and Addison had begged and pleaded for her forgiveness surrounding the protest situation—yeah, it was mostly Addison doing the begging and Aiden standing by looking contrite as hell—and then begged and pleaded for Luna to stick around so the resort could provide a well-rounded guest experience, she’d agreed. She’d continued to run her twice-daily yoga classes and was on call to offer in-room massages at a guest’s request, which meant she was a permanent—not temporary—resort employee, and thus an attendee of the meetings.
Well, most of them.
Okay, some. And I was pretty sure she was only along for the ride today because Beck had convinced us to have it at the diner instead of the main inn and she was hoping for breakfast. God knew she wouldn’t have gotten out of bed otherwise, but food had a way of enticing her.
“So, I’m thinking maybe avocado and mayo.” She hummed under her breath, her gaze fixed out the window at the ocean. “That means I’d have to make small batches since they’re perishable, but that’s okay.”
“I’m thinking maybe you’re hungry.” I pulled up in front of the diner and put the car into park.
She turned to me, a smile tugging up her lips. “I’m starving.Someonemade me work out this morning before I’d eaten anything.”
