I wrinkle my nose, not sure of what he means. “You’ve got the licence?”
“Yep.”
“And you organised a celebrant?”
“Definitely.”
“And we have enough witnesses that if the first two object, we’ve still got the numbers?”
“If you don’t mind me hauling Agnes or Warren into service.”
“Then I think we’re set.” My eyes keep closing, although it’s only afternoon. I think of tomorrow, of us signing this marriage into being, and feel a deep contentment. “Is there anythingyou’remissing?”
“A life of discontent and loneliness as a bachelor?”
My eyes flicker open, trying to work out how Micah thinks he could stay single when I’m sure if he curled a finger a thousand women would flock to his side to take care of his every need.
His lips curl as he watches me watching him. “You don’t mind that it’s not in a nice venue?”
“Your apartment is nice.” My lips curl and I wriggle my arse so it’s outside of his easy reach before adding, “As long as no one tries to sit down.”
He burrows his face into the curve of my neck, grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin and growling low in his throat. It makes it difficult to remember what we’re talking about.
Ah, yes. Getting hitched and spending every afternoon like this for the rest of eternity. Something like that.
And I think of something I’d like to add. “Do you mind if I ask for something, for tomorrow? To do with luck.”
He runs his fingers across my collarbone and I have to tug my mind back into focus to hear his reply. “As in something that rhymes with luck? Because then your answer is yes. The moment I kick out the family members from my apartment, yes.” He kisses my neck. “Yes.” He kisses my collarbone. “Yes.” He slides down to kiss my navel.
“I was thinking more like spending the night apart, so you don’t jinx our luck by seeing the bride before the wedding.”
His lips curl into a different direction. “That doesn’t sound like any fun at all.”
“Is that a no?”
The kisses reverse direction, making their way up my torso and along the curve of my neck, his leg thrown over my thigh to keep me pinned. “That’s a whatever the lady wants, whenever she wants, and however many times she wants it.”
The answer doesn’t entirely fit, but I’m not bothered. “Just one more question.”
“Hm?” Micah sucks my earlobe into his hot mouth, the spurts of breath from his nostrils teasing the tiny hairs inside my ears into a fit of ecstasy. “What’s that?”
“When’s everyone leaving?”
Micah chuckles and bends over to plant a kiss on my forehead. “A girl after my own heart.”
“I better be.” He kisses me again, at my hairline. “Hey. My lips are further down, buddy.”
“Mm. So, I see.” He pins my wrists above my head and stares at me, his eyes full of appreciation as they roam over body. Everywhere his gaze lands, my body feels as deeply as if they were a physical touch. “Guess if you’re going to hide away in your own room overnight, I should take advantage while I’ve got you here.”
“That’s just a good use of your resources,” I wholeheartedly agree, wondering how much it would take to talk me out of my idea. Very little, I’d say.
But Micah doesn’t try to change my mind. He just slathers affection over every inch of me, making sure we wring enough pleasure out of the afternoon to keep us going overnight.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
MICAH
I wake up alone, instantly in a bad mood until I remember the pleasing reason why. Crimson’s insistence on avoiding me until the wedding.
