Page 69 of A Game Plan for Love

Makeup spills from a bag in the center of the kitchen, and there’s a half eaten sandwich on a dining chair.

Addie falters a step at the look of horror on my face.

“Just give me a minute.” The words come out quickly and jumbled. “I can pick up.”

She darts around the entryway, scooping things into her arms, and shoving them into a closet and slamming the door shut.

A laugh rips from my chest, and I wrap my arms around her shoulders and pull her against me. “I’m just surprised how messy you two are.”

She melts into the embrace, and the nerves between us flutter away. I sweep her hair to the side and place a soft kiss behind her ear. The soft moan that she emits sends a shiver of lust down my spine, and I harden in my joggers.

“Let’s clean up,” I offer, “So we don’t have to worry about it later.”

She spins to protest, but I slide a hand down the curve of her waist, and pull her tightly against my chest and my erection digs into her ass. Her breath leaves as a sharp exhale.

“O-Okay.”

I release her and take a deep breath to cool the desire setting fire to my veins. “I’ll do the dishes. You tackle the living room nightmare.” She blinks a few times, eyebrows crinkling, and makes no move toward the glitter bomb disaster. “Addie?”

“I hate doing the dishes,” she blurts out, then slaps her hand over her mouth like she confessed to committing a crime.

“Okay?”

“You like doing the dishes?”

“I don’t mind it.” No onelovesto do dishes, but as menial tasks go, it’s not my least favorite. “But I hate changing bed sheets. Fuck duvet covers.”

She releases a surprised laugh. “I like making the bed.”

There’s something questioning and uncovering in her gaze, and I could watch her work though her thoughts for a lifetime.

“Sounds like we were made for each other.” I tap her ass and she jolts, “Get to work.”

She bites her lips, but leans over to pick stuffed animals and toys from the floor and return them to bins.

I diligently work on the dishes and wipe down the counters and stove when I’m finished loading the washer. The same pang of grief strikes when I place the glasses into the rack, but it’s dull, rather than the sharp, debilitating grief I’m used to.

“Done!” Addie yells, moments before she launches onto me, arms wrapped around my neck and legs wrapped around my waist.

The air shifts, and lust crackles through the air as our gaze connects and silence lingers on. Her fingers dance along my skin and tangle into the hair at the nape of my neck. She pulls my head down until our lips hover inches away.

“I’m ready for the life-changing kiss you were referring to.”

Her tongue darts out to coat her lips, and I dash in and crash my lips to hers, stealing the gasp that escapes. The kiss deepens immediately into something rushed, and she molds her body against mine, peaked nipples pressed against my chest.

She captures my groan, and I aimlessly walk down a small hallway as she consumes me. I was right.

Life will never be the same now that I know how Addie kisses—with total and unwavering dedication. I memorize the curve of her hips with my touch before trailing my hands along her ass and hiking her up on my waist. She releases small, breathy sounds as I nibble at her lower lip and then kiss the corner of her mouth.

I place feather-soft kisses along the slope of her jaw and down the smooth column of her neck. I linger on her collarbone, right above the collar of her polo.

“Declan,” she says in a breath.

My name on her tongue is nearly my undoing and my cock twitches beneath my boxers. She shifts her hips and grazes along my shaft, and I falter a step.

Fuck, I’m going to cum before we even get started.

“Where’s your room?”

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