My mind starts running through this morning again. How his mouth felt, his hands… The way he growled against me like I was the best thing he ever tasted. Heat floods my face.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks in a low voice.
“Nothing.”
“Liar.” He leans closer, his mouth near my ear. “You’re thinking about earlier. About how I made you come on my tongue.”
I elbow him, lifting my chin to the driver’s back. “Zak!”
But my asshole accidental husband just chuckles darkly. “I’m thinking about it too, baby.” He leans even closer, whispering for me only, “I can still taste you.”
Oh my God. I’m going to catch fire.
I turn to glare at him. And, of course, he’s looking all smug, sexy, and freaking slappable.
“You’re an asshole,” I mutter.
He winks. “I’m your asshole husband.”
Why do I love hearing him call himself that?
“We’re not really married,” I finally retort.
“Papers say otherwise.”
“Papers we signed by accident.”
“Still legal.” He leans back, stretching a long arm over the seat behind me. Close enough that his body heat envelops me. “Still binding.”
“So is an annulment.”
He chuckles. Fucking chuckles.
I want to argue and fight, but there’s a part of me… a traitorous, stupid part of me… that’s kicking her feet and giggling right now.
The rest of the drive passes in a blur. With Zak sitting way too close, casual and relaxed, and me trying not to think about his mouth between my legs.
Then we finally pull up to my apartment complex. It’s a nice place, not mansion-level nice, but I love it. My two-bedroom unit with a balcony overlooking the trees is cute and comfortable.
Zak helps me out of the car, and he doesn’t let go as we walk to my door.
I grab the spare key from under the entry mat and unlock to let us in.
“Nice place,” Zak says, looking around. Taking in my space.
“Thanks. It’s not a mansion, but…”
A loud, angry meow cuts me off. Then Crabby appears. My chubby, old, gray cat. All fifteen pounds of grumpiness. He stalks into the room with his tail up and his ears back, takes one look at Zak, and hisses.
“Crabby, no!” I start toward him. “Be nice. This is…”
But then something unbelievable happens. Not only does my asshole cat, who doesn’t ever like anyone, including me sometimes, stops hissing, but his ears come forward. He stares at Zak, and Zak stares back. It’s absolutely fascinating. Like… mutual recognition. Two soul brothers meeting.
Crabby walks to Zak, rubs against his legs, and freaking purrs.
I freeze, staring.
“What the hell?”
