Page 142 of Feels Like Home

He grins his wide grin, the one that reaches his eyes and makes them sparkle. His tongue snakes out and he licks his bottom lip, and it makes me want to devour him. “I love you so much, almost-Mrs.Simpson.”

Grasshoppers jump in my stomach like it’s the first sign of summer. “I like the sound ofthat.”

“It’ll sound a whole lot better without the almost included.” His voice is husky anddeep.

“Iagree.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrowwhat?”

“Want to get marriedtomorrow?”

A laugh bubbles up out of me. I don’t care about a big wedding. We’ve both been there and done that, and we’ve learned that a wedding doesn’t make a marriage. I meant it when I said I would marry him in the courthouse.

“Well soon, yes. But not tomorrow. I doubt Bri can be home, and I won’t do this withouther.”

“I don’t like the word soon, remember?” He looks so vulnerable, and hearing him remind me of it makes me hate his ex-wife even more. Every time he asked when she would give him the divorce her answer was “soon.”

“Right. Well, how about… two weeks? I’m sure we can convince Bri to be home then, and it will give the girls a chance to find something to wear because you know Lauren will make me let her be a bridesmaid. Thatbetter?”

“Better.” And he kisses me soundly to seal the deal. “In two weeks. I’m gonna marry the shit out of you,” he mumbles around mylips.

“Mmm.” I can’t form any coherent words because at the moment his hands have me distracted, running up and down my sides, sliding under my shirt and up to cup my breasts, squeezing just lightly. They’re still tender, and he knowsthis.

Mercy, he’s so sexy. My body melts beneath his. I wrap my arms around his neck, keeping him close. Our tongues tangle, our breaths intermingle, and our bodies crash together. He lowers his center, grinding himself against mine, and the sensation sends bottle rockets through my body, causing me to moan deeply. He lifts his head and moves his mouth, kissing me on the cheek, my jaw, myneck.

I pull at his shirt and he lifts slightly, yanking his shirt off in one swift movement. He tosses it to the floor, and once again his mouth is on me. Our tongues tangle with each other, his lips soft and punishing at the same time. I can taste the cinnamon of his gum that he’s always chewing. My hands graze the smooth contours of his chest, down to the ridges of his abs and up his back. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. He moans and shifts, pressing his hardness against my center when I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my anklestogether.

He lifts up and looks down at me, breathingheavily.

“I love you. You said yes,right?”

“Why would you question that? Andy, I think I’ve loved you since you took me to thecabin.”

He smiles and leans down, lifts my shirt and kisses my belly, moving higher with each graze of his lips. Just as he’s about to remove my shirt, we hear a pounding on thedoor.

“Let us in! The girls want to see the ring then you can get back to having all the sex!” Barrett’s voice booms loudly through the closeddoor.

“Shit,” Andy mumbles. “Why is he such a pain in the ass?” His voice raises through the lastwords.

“Heardthat!”

“Meant for youto!”

“Don’t let Andy put his shirt back on!” Lauren shouts. “What? Dang, Josh, you don’t have to growl atme!”

“Stop staring athim!”

“I can’t helpit!”

“Are they watching?” I whisper shout, horrified at what our friends could have seen. I thought they hadleft!

Andy looks over his shoulder, I lean up on my elbows and sure enough, through the windows off my front porch stand six of our best friends staring in, completely unashamed at their Peeping Tomtactics.

Carly waves like a maniac, smiling widely, James’s arm around her, who leans down and kisses her on top of the head. Tess and Lauren have their faces and palms planted against the window like one of those old stuffed Garfield cats. Josh and Barrett both have their phones up and aimed atus.

“Were you recording us?” Iscreech.

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