“Morning.” I shift on my pillow, facing him. “I want to amend some of the marriage rules.”
A slow smile pulls his mouth wide. “You do?”
“We’d both have to agree.”
“Of course.”
“Thekeep it platonicrule.”
“You added that in the first place. You want it gone? It’s gone.”
We both know it was truly gone when he sat me on the kitchen counter and licked me until I was gasping his name.
“Okay. It’s gone.”
“Good. And what else?”
The one saying this ends after a year, my mind begs. But I don’t let the urge take control of my mouth.
“That’s it.”
He frowns. “You said rules. Plural.”
Shit. I did.I scrape my brain for the other items on the list.
But that’s the thing. I have trouble remembering what they are.
Because when I’m with Charlie, I don’t care about the rules. All I think about is him, how he makes me feel. How I want him to make me feel.
With his hands. And his mouth. And his tongue.
And that perfect dick of his.
The thoughts are too much. I lunge across the mattress, pinning him back against the sheets, bracketing him with my thighs, and stealing possession of his lush lips. Charlie kisses me back just as hard, melding our mouths together.
Pig lets out an unhappy huff at all the jostling and climbs off the bed, throwing us major side-eye as she waddles from the room.
We share a laugh before I recapture his lips. My body aches for him, and I rub myself against his form, searching for every way we can touch. Be together for this short time we have.
Charlie’s groan spills out, vibrating through me.
I trace his strong jawline with harsh, hurried kisses. “I’m on birth control, and I want you. Now,” I growl into his ear before biting the lobe.
He jerks, and in a surprising move, he turns us until I’m under him. Not a position I normally let partners claim, but his weight on me sets off delicious twisting in my lower belly. His chest against mine has me sinking into the mattress.
“I need you.” Charlie hisses the words against my neck as he slides inside me.
I let the pleasure of being with him rise, ignoring his words. I know what it’s like to be needed.
But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever let myself need somebody else.
CHAPTER 48
CHARLIE
Luna lets me hold her free hand as she drives. Even better, she was the one to first slip our fingers together once we got on the road.
Pig sits in the back seat, panting with a happy dog grin on her face. And her innocent joy is all from riding in the car with us. She doesn’t yet realize we’re heading to her favorite place.
