Page 131 of This Wild Heart

“Whatcha looking at?” I asked.

He held an arm out, and I slid underneath, soaking up the ease of his affection.

Mine, I thought.

He was mine.

“The stars.” He kissed the top of my head. “Feels good to be here with you, golden girl.”

I snaked my arm around his waist and breathed in his clean, spicy scent. God, I’d missed it. I’d missed him so much.

“Feels good to have you here, Wilder.” I tilted my chin up, and he took the hint, leaning down to give me a lingering kiss, sucking slightly on my bottom lip before he pulled back.

“You have my bag over your arm.”

“You’re quick, aren’t you?”

His eyes narrowed, and I bit down on my growing smile. “Don’t we need to get the boy?”

Slowly, I shook my head.

His gaze locked on my mouth. “Why not?”

“Isabel must really, really like you,” I whispered, coming closer to his lips, achingly close, just far enough away that they weren’t touching. “Because they’re taking the baby tonight.”

He moved before I could blink, tearing the bag off my shoulder, then dipping down to grip me around the knees. His shoulder braced against my stomach, and I was upended in the next heartbeat.

“Parker”—I laughed—“put me down.”

“Where am I going?” he asked. “Tell me right now, or I’m having sex with you in my truck.”

I was breathless with laughter, my head spinning from hanging upside down. “Back in the garage, there’s a door to the left that leads to the guest apartment upstairs.”

“Thank God,” he muttered.

He took those steps like he was carrying a freaking feather. I gripped the back of his shorts, grinning like a fool.

“I can walk you know,” I told him as he cleared the top step.

“Not fast enough.” Instead of letting me down, Parker spun to look at the room. “This is perfect.”

I laughed. “Yeah?”

It was a nice space—a loft-style apartment with a king-sized bed, pull-out sofa, kitchenette, and one full bathroom—usually used by one of Isabel’s sisters if they visited and needed a place to stay. Molly lived in Seattle, too, but Lia and Claire both lived elsewhere, so it was good to have a place where they and their kids could have a bit of privacy.

It was also excellent for times like this: when I wanted to screw my husband into next freaking week and not worry about sending my family on an all-expense paid trip to therapy for what they might hear.

Parker set me down, his gaze unyielding as he flung the bag onto the ground. He wasted no time before his hands slid around the sides of my neck, his tongue snaking into my waiting mouth, thumb tilting my jaw up at exactly the right angle for the possessive, hot kiss I’d been waiting for.

Forever stretched out in front of us, filling the horizon with the kind of happiness I’d only ever dreamed of. It was all I could see.

All of my senses were Parker—and I clung helplessly to his shoulders as he kissed me.

His hands moved down my arms, to my waist, up my ribs, down along my back until he cupped my backside in his big hands.

“I missed you,” he groaned, angling his head to kiss me deeper, deeper, our breath coming in sharp pants through our noses as our bodies wound closer and closer. There wasn’t a single inch of space between us, and Parker boosted me up, my legs winding immediately around his waist as he walked us toward the bed. “Missed you so fucking much.”

I tipped my chin up, gasping as he placed sucking kisses along my neck.Mark me, I wanted to tell him. Wanted tobeghim. At this rate, I’d be ready to tattoo that man’s name on my ass if he made me feel like this for the foreseeable future.

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