Page 101 of Wildflowers and Wide Receivers

“I’m so happy, I don’t know what to do with these feelings,” he tells me, kissing me all over my face.

“I can think of something,” I breathe out as I run my hand down his back and my feet curve around his legs.

“I like the way you think,” he mumbles against my mouth as his hand runs up under my dress and his fingers slip under the edge of my underwear. “But what about dinner? You worked so hard on it.”

“It’ll be here when we get done.”

He groans into my mouth, tilts my head, and then kisses me in that all-consuming way of his. I love it. I love him and dissolve into him, knowing he loves me too.

“While I do love this position, what I’d love more is you, in my bed, and naked.”

He pulls back to look at me, and he narrows his eyes. “Technically, it’s no longer your bed. There is no yours or mine. It’s all ours.” He grins and then stands with me wrapped around him. I hook my ankles on his lower back.

“Then I guess we should enjoy this bed since we won’t have it too much longer,” I tell him.

“I have a plan.” He smirks.

“Do I get to hear this plan?”

As he starts walking toward the stairs, I start undoing the buttons on his shirt. His skin is so warm and so golden, and the bone doctor in me can’t help but to appreciate the strong lines of his clavicles.

“Remember when I said I wanted a beach house?”

I push his shirt open so I can run my fingers over the bones in his shoulders and then around to the back of his neck. “You want to move my things there?”

“Yes. At least your furniture. We’ll keep whatever you want.” He pulls on my dress and it’s loose enough that it pulls straight over my head. He drops it on the stairs and then his large hands slide under my butt where he lifts me so we’re eye level. The heat in his gaze is enough to raise my temperature a few degrees.

“You really are something else,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses me back and there’s no hesitation in the glide of his tongue against mine. He groans as I finally free him of his shirt and the sound reverberates through his chest and into mine as I thread my fingers through his hair.

“Since we’re on all the subjects,” he mutters against my skin. “Should we just get married too?”

I throw my head back and laugh. This man. What am I going to do with him?

“I’m not opposed,” I tell him, and his eyes get all excited. In the past I would have had a wave of nervousness or anxiety over his question, as it’s change, but since I firmly decided that he and Vivi are my plan indefinitely, I’m open to anything with them. Anything and everything. How could I not be? “But I’d like my proposal to be somewhat of a surprise.”

“And this isn’t?” He grins as he nuzzles his face against mine.

“Where’s the ring?” I tease.

He smiles that beautiful smile of his at me, and my heart flutters.

“I hear you, and when you least expect it, it’s coming.”

With that, he tosses me onto the bed and ends all of our conversations.

Sometime in the early morning, I wake and roll over to find him asleep on his stomach. His long, muscular arms are folded and up under his pillow, his hair, which is starting to get just a tad bit too long, falls over his forehead, and his full, delicious lips are slightly parted as he steadily breathes in and out.

So many nights over the past couple of weeks have been spent with one of us sneaking out that I never get to see him this way. To admire how perfect he is. The sheets are lowered so his long, lean back is on full display. There’s the way his rounded shoulders smoothly transition and guide my eyes to travel over the bumps of his spine, and his waist narrows just so that it’s perfect for me to slide my fingers around. I won’t, though, because I want him to sleep. He needs to sleep. And the best part is, I know he’s mine.

And he loves me.

Just as I love him.

Chapter 41

Team Chat

Sully: Just call me matchmaker