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Later, after an amazing candlelit dinner on the beach, we strolled along the surf, holding hands and kissing under the moonlight. My feet were bare, and I swore I could feel every one of my worries floating away. We’d only been in paradise for forty-eight hours, but already, I felt like a different person.
All the orgasms had something to do with that, no doubt.
“I know I promised I wouldn’t talk about this,” he said, lifting my arm to kiss the back of my hand. “This vacation is supposed to be about living in the moment and unwinding.”
I stopped, forcing him to as well as I held his hand firmly. “But…?” I led.
“But I’m a planner. And the thought of not having you every single day for the rest of my life is literally driving me crazy.”
I took a deep breath. Life had been so busy and overwhelming that we had been taking things day by day. His recovery and my nonstop work with law enforcement had taken almost all our time and energy. Even so, things were so right between us, and I was totally committed to him. But I knew he wanted more. He craved permanence.
“Stay in Lovewell,” he said, his eyes boring into me. “Or I’ll move to Portland. I don’t care. I want you forever.”
With a grin, I threw my arms around his neck. “I want you forever too. But we don’t have to rush to get there. I’ve got a lot of things to figure out first. What will I do long term? I’ve been managing things remotely, but I’m not sure how well my business would do in a small town like Lovewell.”
He swallowed, the muscles in his throat working. I had bitten them and licked them many times. And the alcohol, exotic beach, and the nudity were making my hormones go wild again. “You can travel when you need to. Take clients up north. We can figure it out.”
His response was nonchalant, but this was my life and my livelihood. Granted, I had thought a lot about staying. I was head-over-heels in love with my lumberjack. After what we’d been through, nothing else seemed relevant.
This felt like forever. And I no longer worried about proving myself to my father. His opinion meant nothing to me anymore. It was time to consider my own happiness and live a productive life of my choosing. And right now, I wanted to choose Paz and Lovewell.
He licked his lips, abruptly ending my thought spiral. “Or you could let me take care of you. All I ask is that you never wear bras and you let me eat your pussy every day.”
I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him hungrily. “Wow, you drive a hard bargain.”
With a smirk and a shrug, he said, “My negotiation skills are legendary.” He cupped my cheek gently. “I mean it. I want you at the farmhouse with me. We can get furniture and hang photos. Maybe rescue a cat. Make it our home. I know there are a lot of details to work out, but we can do anything together. We took down a drug cartel, for fuck’s sake.”
“They haven’t been convicted yet. Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I said, my cop superstitions rearing up.
“They already have a handful of confessionsandthe recording. I don’t think there’s a lot to worry about.”
He was so handsome and so goddamned persuasive. Especially when his fingers were toying with the hem of my dress, slowly inching it up my thighs. Right now, in this moment, life was perfect. This man, this overprotective, anxious, stubborn man, had completely upended my life. And I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
“I’ll stay.”
He picked me up and spun me around, then collapsed in the sand. “Good,” he said, already kissing my neck. “Kids?”
“Eventually.” I tilted my head to give him more access.
“Let’s start trying now. Goldie and Tucker need cousins.”
Before I could respond, he had me flat on my back in the warm sand as he pulled my dress up higher.
“Let’s start with cohabitation first,” I said, gasping as his fingers found just the right spot. “And then we can talk about everything else.”
At this moment, everything seemed possible. Because I had fallen for this wonderful, serious, sometimes infuriating man. Someone who challenged me and supported me every single day. I knew I wasn’t going back to Portland, because Paz belonged in Lovewell. And there was no place I’d rather be.
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