“None. Do you think we could do that?”
“Maybe? Yes?”
“And instead of trying to guess what I’m feeling, you ask.”
She smiled. “So simple, isn’t it?”
“Simplified and adapted to suit our current situation,” he corrected. “Notsimple. We were both operating under some serious misconceptions after we married. This solution wouldn’t have worked for us then, so we shouldn’t beat ourselves up over what we can’t change. Okay?”
“Okay.”
She inched closer to him, her thigh wedging between his and sliding up against the rampant hard-on which had waxed and waned throughout their conversation.
“So, what are you feeling right now?” she asked with a sensuous little smile, her toned thigh rubbing against his cock more purposely.
He caught her chin between his thumb andforefinger and kissed her deeply. “I’m thinking that if we’re going to do this again, we’re going to have to move to the bedroom.”
“To save the couch from more cum stains?”
He chuckled.
“No, to save my back from early onset osteoarthritis.”
He rolled them both over in one fluid motion and pulled her up into his arms, reveling in the rare sound of her happy giggle as he carried her to the bedroom.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
“Uh…soif we’re still doing the whole scheduling thing, I should probably tell you that Tina invited me to lunch today.”
Smith lounged on the comfortable bed watching Kenna, who was sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the bed, drag a brush through her beautiful hair. He’d just been wondering if it would be weird to ask her ifhecould do that for her when she spoke.
“That so? She invited me too. Do you need a ride?”
Her brush strokes faltered and she glanced at him with an amused smile. “Idohave a driver now, you know.”
“You do?” Her words surprised him and he pushed himself up against the padded headboard to look at her more intently. “When didthathappen?”
“The other day, when I went on my little sightseeing trip. Sam Brand—the security guy married to one of Tina’s friends?— arranged it. The driver, Caleb, works for him.”
“That who took the photo?” he asked, his voice lowering as he recalled his visceral reaction when he’d realized that someone else had taken it.
“Hmm?” She’d resumed her brushing, head angled slightly downward as the sleek fall of hair curtained her face. “What photo?”
“The one you sent Tina.”
“You saw that?”
“Yes. Did this Caleb guy take it?”
“Yes. He’s a little surly. Didn’t say much all day. I very much appreciated that about him,” she said as she swept her hair over her left shoulder.
“He left you to bask in silence, you mean?” he asked and she laughed, eyes shining in appreciation.
“It was very relaxing,” she admitted. “I’m not the chattiest of people.”
Fucking understatement.
