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“See you later, guys,” I call, taking the tub of ice-cream under one arm with the fudge resting on top.
They call a jumbled, “Bye, see you later, don’t get pregnant.”
I’m not sure who yelled the last part but I flip the room off anyway.
“See?” I say to Nathan as I walk backwards ahead of him. “Kerim is just Kerim. There’s no need to be paranoid.”
“We shall see,” he mumbles, grabbing me and pulling me to him. “You have chocolate on your bottom lip.” When he sucks my lip into his mouth, I tremble and melt faster than the fudge in the microwave. “Tasty.”
“Stop teasing me.”
“Says you.” Grinning, he kisses me again, deeper this time, and grabs my arse with one hand as the other keeps my head pinned in place. I clench and tingle in my womb, especially when I’m backed up to the wall and his lips travel down my neck. There’s little I can do to reciprocate or ward him off because of the tub of ice-cream in my hands.
“Nathan,” I whisper when his hand that was at my neck now grasps my breast over my shirt. “Seriously, you’re killing me.”
Smiling, he pulls back, kisses my nose and takes me to the car. I need a fan. I can’t recall ever feeling so hot. What came over him and how can I make it come over him again?
And then, lying together in bed, after coming down from one of the best orgasms we’ve shared, Nathan whispers, “We’re passionate, right?”
“If you don’t think what we just did is passionate, there’s something wrong with you.”
Nuzzling my neck and crushing my body under his, we sleep. There’s something so soothing about drifting off with him still partly inside of me, connecting us in the most intimate way.
Chapter Eighteen
Awoken softly would be an understatement; soft kisses and a gentle massage of my limbs stirs me from slumber. I sigh with contentment. What did I do to get so lucky?
“Morning,” I hum when he moves to my feet and rubs them with his whole hands. “That tickles.”
“Shh,” he whispers and pushes his fingers back up to the backs of my knees. “I made you breakfast.”
“You did?”
“It’s keeping warm. Come on, shower,” he softly demands and moves away.
I open my eyes and stretch into the mattress, face down and feeling amazing. “What time is it?”
“A little after nine.”
“No lie in then?”
“I have something planned.”
This piques my attention. “Oh?”
Smiling his handsome smile, he helps me from the bed, laughs at my messy hair and directs me to the bathroom. “Go shower before I ravage you and make us late.”
The tingling between my legs definitely doesn’t mind that happening.
“Seriously,” I grumble after climbing into the car. “What kind of parents don’t sleep all day the one time they don’t have their kids?”
“The kind that are passionate, fun and love each other so much they want to do things together.”
“Yes, like… I don’t know, sleeping perhaps?”
He laughs and tugs on my over the shoulder braid. “You’re cute.”
“Don’t call me cute when I’m grumpy.”
“You’re not grumpy; I’ve seen you grumpy.” He flashes his tongue at me. “This isn’t grumpy Gwen; this is hungry and needs a coffee Gwen.”
“Is there a difference?”
“Majorly. When you’re grumpy, food and coffee don’t fix it.”
He has a point. I sigh and reach across to stroke the back of his hair with my fingertips. “Your hair is so soft. Let it grow like it used to be when I was pregnant with Dillan.”
His brow quirks. “It was dishevelled.”
“It was wild. I loved when you could tuck it behind your ears.” Pulling gently, I try to do just that but it doesn’t quite reach past the curve. “It suited you.” Then I scratch my nails over the stubble on his jaw. “Keep this too; you have no idea how sexy you look.”
His smile broadens, showing his teeth, and his eyes crinkle at the edges. I love this look on him too.
“I see girls looking at you whenever we go anywhere together.”
He hums, concentrating on the road but still listening.
“I hate it and love it all at once.”
“Sometimes I wish you were ugly so I wouldn’t have to constantly compete for your affections.”
“You have all of my affections,” I giggle, smacking his arm playfully. “You’re my world.”
“Then marry me already.”
My eyes roll of their own accord but my smile doesn’t fade. “Then let’s plan it.”
Large fingers encompass my wrist and pull my hand to his thigh. “I’m ready when you are.”
“Good. So, wherever we’re going today we’ll finally decide on our top two venues and then next week we will go and view said venues; how’s that?”
“Sounds perfect.” His mood becomes even lighter than before. “You’re going to love what I have planned for us today.”
“It does involve coffee, right?” When he doesn’t respond I choke out a panicked, “Right?”
