Page 107 of The Mechanics of Lust

“Excellent.” He rubbed his hands together. “Tell me it comes with a parking space.”

I laughed. “Parking space, my arse.”

He beamed. “That’ll do nicely.”

I laughed and I traced his mouth with my fingers.

He kissed my fingertips one at a time and then lifted my wrist to his lips. Keeping his eyes on mine, he pressed his lips to the green silicone band over the wordPoppa. Then he flattened my hand over my heart and put his hand over top, the green band sandwiched between us. “Just so you know, I want all of you, too. Everything you were. Everything you are. Everything you’re going to be.”

His eyes held fiercely to mine, and everything I needed to know was right there. Every declaration I wanted to hear. Every hope. Every fledgling promise. Every feeling he was still unravelling.

I didn’t need the words.

They’d come.

He frowned, then stroked my face. “Are you okay?”

I turned and pressed a kiss to his palm. “Never better.”

EPILOGUE

Five months later

Zach

I blinkedawake to the bright wash of dawn lighting up Luke’s bedroom walls. I groaned and added a blackout curtain to the checklist growing in my head. Honestly, the man could sleep under a spotlight. If I didn’t remember to close the damn things, it never happened.

I sighed and rolled onto my side, letting Luke’s big body block the offending light.

Just a little longer.

A few seconds later, my eyelids snapped open.

Holy shit.

It was moving day.

My heart did a little flip-flop and I grinned against Luke’s shoulder, a ripple of excitement rolling through my belly. I tucked my legs into the back of Luke’s, spooning him from behind, my exhausted cock rallying for a second as it nudged his warm arse before quickly throwing in the towel. Luke had pretty much milked the poor thing dry the night before, not that I was complaining.

The memory brought another smile to my face as I settled my chest against his hot back and slid an arm around his waist.

Moving day.

Finally.

He murmured something I couldn’t make out and then once again fell silent, his breathing calm, his heart beating steadily against the flat of my hand, his body like an anchor in my arms keeping me grounded, a solid touchstone, always present, always there if he was needed.

A six-foot-four, honest-to-God miracle in my life.

Funny thing, that whole love and moving-in-together conundrum I’d been so wary about. Turned out, it hadn’t been such a conundrum after all.

I hadn’t needed a year.

I hadn’t even needed six months.

Five months and I was as sure as I needed to be.

Five months of dating. Five months of adjusting to the wonder of having a man plan his week and most of his life around me. Me.Of being made to feel that I was the most important person in someone else’s life.

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