“Danny?”
“Of course, I love you.” It was too hard. Fuck!
She rests her head on my shoulder and her hand on my thigh.
Breathe, Danny, don’t be a dick!
“I don’t like seeing you angry.”
“I know, baby. It’s not your fault. It’s just that I’m an idiot, and... You’re my life, everything, and you deserve the world. I want to give it to you, but I can’t.” It would be just another problem to face, and she doesn’t need the stress. Especially knowing what kind of idiot she’s married to.
“We’ll have our moment, I know. I blame fate, which didn’t let us meet before.”
“Better late than never, love.”
She kisses me on the shoulder and returns to her seat as we cross the gate.
We get out of the car. Zoë runs to meet us…and of course, she goes to Hailey. Traitor dog!
I greet her and take all the bags from our shopping trip while Hailey precedes me and opens it.
“I’ll order pizza. Double cheese and salami for you, right?”
I smile. How she can remember such a little thing, I don’t know.
I take the shopping bags to her room, looking at that bed. Hopefully, we’ll share for the rest of our life.
“I feel you are looking at me,” I tell her.
“And I hear your thoughts. The pizza will be here in 15 minutes. I’m going to take a shower.” The malice in her voice makes me even hornier.
“You’re devilish, baby.” I give her a kiss and leave, giving her some privacy.
The delivery guy arrives on time, and I leave him a tip.
I hear her coming down the stairs, and I gasp. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
She wears a semi-sheer pearl white blouse that reveals a red lace bra. God, I’m going to have a heart attack before I finish dinner.
She knows the effect it has on me. Oh, she’s fully aware of it.
“The pizza smells delicious,” she squeaks happily.
We have dinner, quietly talking a little about our book and my childhood.
When we finish dinner, the air is electric.
I approach to kiss her. “Sure you want to play?” I ask, brushing her lips with mine.
“Mmm, yes,” she whispers to me before kissing me. She catches me off guard, and her kisses are delicious. Then she walks away, closes the doors, switches on the alarm, and looks at me mischievously.
“And now?” she says.
“Now the fun begins,” I tell her, picking her up. I walk up the stairs and slowly kiss her neck.
Once in the room, I take off her nightgown, leaving her only the red lace outfit.
God, on her, it should be illegal.
