Page 131 of A Better Place

“In bed?”

He lifts up on his elbow then leans down and kisses me soundly on the mouth, his tongue moving with mine. He skims his hand up my side, brushing the bottom of my breast before grazing the center with his thumb. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m ever letting you out of this bed. But we’re still going car shopping tomorrow.”

“Relentless,” I murmur, pressing my lips against his once more.

“Only when it’s something I really want.”

I feel his smile against my lips.

Dessert is eventually eaten.

In bed.

Much.

Much.

Later.

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