“Interesting. “
“I also like Cowboy Swift. And then there’s Coach Swift.”
“Is that all?”
“Unless you count Naked Swift, I’d say that’s more than enough for that ego of yours.”
He opens his mouth, likely searching for more compliments, only to be interrupted by the alarm on his phone.
“It’s time for Clark Kent to change into Superman,” I tease, as he turns off the alarm.
Thwak!
“Hey! Be nice! I have access to your toothbrush!” I exclaim after his palm smacks a little love tap to my ass.
Chuckling, he offers me his hand, helping me up. “Kiss me.”
“Yes, sir.”
He tucks my hair behind my ear, then places a tender kiss against my lips. “I’ll miss you today.”
His soft side is back.
“I’ll miss you, too. Now go wash all that sex off you before you’re late.” I push on his chest, and he takes his gloriously naked body to the bathroom.
Pushing him away is the last thing I want to do, but reality is calling. And unfortunately, we have to answer.
While he’s in the shower, I get dressed and take care of our furry child, trying to keep the butterflies at bay when I think of the possibility of raising actual children with Owen, right here in this house.
Feeling domestic, I decide to make lunch for Owen. I noticed a small soft cooler on the top shelf of his pantry the other day, and I’m hopeful this means he takes his lunch to work from time to time. All I know is he’s taken care of me for the last week, and it’s time I returned the favor. Even if it’s just a sandwich and some snacks. I find a pen and a pad of sticky notes and am just throwing in my little love letter when he walks into the room.
“What’s this?”
Dear Lord, I was right. Screw winning the lottery. The man is sexy as sin in his uniform, vest and all.
I zip the cooler shut and hold it out to him. “Just wanted to send you off with something so you didn’t forget about me.”
Stepping into my space, he takes a handful of my hair in his fist, tugging gently until my eyes meet his. “Honey, you’ve been on my mind for years. But I appreciate the gesture and the lunch.”
The kiss he presses against my lips is rougher than the last one we shared upstairs. It’s nice. Especially when he tightens his grip on my hair. He knows exactly how far to push or pullbefore he hurts me. If there’s anything I know for certain it’s that the man with his lips pressed against mine would never intentionally hurt me.
Both of our phones ping, interrupting our sexy moment. He pulls his phone out of its custom-designed spot on his vest.
“Thank Christ,” he says, turning the screen in my direction.
Cal:
Dusty was just arrested outside the store. He tried to break in the back, tripped the alarm, and Knox’s guys held onto him until police got here.
I smile at him, ecstatic the creep is behind bars. “It’s gonna be a good day.”
“I knew it was a great fucking day when I woke up wrapped in you.”
Quirking an eyebrow, I can’t help but ask, “How do you always know just the right thing to say? Is there a handbook? Do you have a mentor?”
“Just tell me you love me and kiss me goodbye.”
Grabbing the sides of his vest, I pull him as close as I can get him with all the gear between us. “I love you. Be safe and get the bad guys, baby.”
