His mouth fell open. “Blake.”
“What? She said she was praying for us, so I told her the Lord knew when and if we were getting married so she should pray about it.”
“I’m sure that went over well,” he muttered.
“Actually, it did. She walked away and didn’t come back.”
He shook his head. “I’m speechless.”
“It’s okay. She probably won’t even remember next time. She forgot potatoes aren’t fruit. And she forgot her dentures.”
Lennox cracked up. “I’m done with this conversation.”
I brushed my finger over the long scar on his arm. Lennox had healed quite well from the fire. He’d had no long-term complications, and the doctors were hopeful his scars would fade sooner than later. Julia had also made a remarkable recovery, but suffered from post-traumatic stress syndrome and had recently announced her retirement from the university. I knew it bothered Lennox to know someone was hurt because Dory couldn’t handle rejection. Sometimes he still had nightmares about the fire. And all I could do was hold him, tell him I was there for him, assure him I wouldn’t leave him.
As for Dory, she’d been indicted on attempted murder, arson, and aggravated stalking. Lennox would never get back what he’d lost in the fire—the books, his art, his photos, his favorite jacket. But I was glad he was still here, still breathing, still alive. And I hoped justice would be served at the trial later in the year.
“I’d better get up.” I scooted to the edge of the bed and pulled on one of Lennox’s shirts. Standing, I stretched, loving the way his gaze raked over my body. “Stop looking at me like that, Lennox.”
I popped him with a pillow and raced out of our bedroom. It didn’t take him long to catch me, but only because I wanted him to. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me the rest of the way to the kitchen. Empty boxes were sitting on the floor, ready to be broken down. Dishes were stacked on the counter, waiting to be put in cabinets.
He set me atop of the counter and pulled the shirt off, tossing it behind us. “I haven’t had you up here yet.” Lennox sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
I shivered, trying to keep my mind on what had to be done before the first guest arrived. After Lennox had been released from the hospital, we’d decided we didn’t want to waste any more time. And since we loved sleeping together so much, we figured we should just do it permanently.
Things had gone fast from there. My cousin, Linc, had announced he was moving to the DMV area, and Lennox and I had offered to buy their four-bedroom home. Bliss had stayed in my house, and Lennox had put his house up for sale. It was kismet, meant to be.
I moaned as he licked his way to my pussy. “Lennox, we really need to clean up around here.”
He stopped and stood to his full height. “You’re right. I’d better start breaking down those boxes.”
“After you finish,” I said.
He smirked, dropped to his knees, and sucked my clit into his mouth. I was lost in the haze of desire, calling out his name over and over again until an orgasm crested within me. I tripped over the edge, letting out a strangled cry.
My back hit the cold countertop. “So much trouble,” I murmured.
Lennox stood again and kissed me. “You love trouble.”
“I love you.”
“That never gets old.” Smiling, he handed me his shirt. “Put this on.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “Why? You started something I want to finish.”
“Later.” He picked up a box and studied it. “What’s this?”
“Paityn sent it. She told me not to open it until we were alone.”
Frowning, Lennox shook it. “Think it’s more ofThat Ish?”
That Ishwas my sister’s top seller, a clit cream that had men and women going crazy for more. “I don’t think so. She said it’s new.”
He eyed me. “We’re alone now.”
I smirked. “But you said we had to clean.”
“And we will—after we see what’s in here.” He opened the box and pulled out a smaller box.
