Page 152 of Need You To Choose Me

“Twenty minutes. I didn’t get back to you for twenty minutes.”

She points at the wall. “And see how much I got done already?”

I shake my head; there was no winning with her. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”

She pokes her tongue at me. “The feeling is mutual.”

The corner of her mouth tilts upward, and I can’t help but lean down and press my mouth against hers in a hard kiss. “I’m going to grab the ladder and a paint roller.” I swipe my thumb over her lower lip and take a step back, giving her a warning look. “Stay. Put.”

“Yessir!”

My cock twitches at her words, my mind coming up with all the other scenarios in which I want her so agreeable. She notices it too because her teeth sink into her lower lip, cheeks turning pink.

Focus on the job.

Shaking my head, I hurry back to my house. It doesn’t take me long to find everything I need in my garage and make my way back to find Savannah still in the nursery, humming softly as she works.

She glances over her shoulder at me. “The boys are back home?”

I shake my head as I place the ladder by the wall and get to work. I dip my roller into the bucket with paint, squeezing the excess out. “No. Mrs. Maxwell offered to take the boys out to the movies. Which means I’m all yours.”

We chat about our day as I paint the room. The space isn’t that big, so it doesn’t take us long to put on the first coat of color. While I focus on the big surfaces, Savannah puts on the fine touches around the door and windows.

Running the back of my hand over my forehead to wipe off the sweat, I drop the roller into the bucket and turn to find Savannah taking in the room, a soft expression on her face.

Crossing the room, I slide my arms around her middle, letting my hands rest against her bump. “What do you think?”

Savannah sighs, leaning into me. “It’s perfect. The wallpaper is such a nice touch; it really makes the room special. I can’t wait to put—” Her gaze meets mine over her shoulder, and she lets out a soft chuckle before biting at the inside of her cheek.

I narrow my eyes at her. “What?”

“You have paint on your cheek,” she teases, pointing at her jaw. “Just about here…”

I rub at the place where she indicated, but it only causes her to giggle harder.

“You’re only making it worse.”

“How am I making it worse? I’m trying to wipe it off.”

“You are.” She turns around to face me and lifts her arm, her finger rubbing at the scruff on my jaw. Those blue eyes take me in, amusement dancing in her irises. “As a matter of fact, you’re all splotchy.”

“I’ll give you splotchy.”

Before she can react, I take the paintbrush from her hand and gently swipe it against her cheek.

Her mouth falls open, eyes widening. “Blake!”

Unable to resist it, I swipe the brush over her nose and wiggle my brows. “You were saying?”

She lifts her hand and swipes at her cheek, staring at the paint covering her fingertips. “Oh, now you’ve done it.”

For a second, I think I might have gone overboard, but then a wicked smile spreads over her mouth. “Game on.”

I don’t even have a chance to move before she dips her hand in the bucket with paint and smears it over my face and chest, giggling the whole time as she takes a step back.

I glance down at my shirt, where her palm print is plastered in the middle of my chest, before slowly lifting my gaze to her retreating body.

“Oh, it’s on, baby.”

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