Page 135 of Wild Card

“I can do it.”

“Let me.” I pull out and gently clean her. “Now you really are full of me for whatever you have planned next.”

“Spoken like a true caveman.” She pushes me away and hops down, swaying off balance.

I grab her elbow to steady her. “Careful.”

“Dammit, Talon. If I can’t walk right. I’ll kill you.”

“Maybe we should ice you down.”

She mumbles something while I fix my jeans. When she’s redressed, I pull her back to me, skimming my fingers around her navel ring.

“I love this, babe, but I’d prefer if it was for my viewing only.”

“It’s in my belly button, which is not considered provocative. It’s not like I got my nipples pierced and am exposing them.”

At the thought, jealousy boils in my blood. “You let someone touch your nipples, I’ll fucking lose my mind.”

She grins slyly. “I know, which is why I followed Rowan’s advice on the navel.”

“Remind me to thank her,” I grouse.

“You ready? We really are on a time crunch.”

“Not yet, I know what I want for my birthday.”

Her body tenses, her grin wavering. “We are not discussing this now.”

I slide my hand around her waist, holding her tight. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“Love falling asleep and waking up with you.”

“Me too.”

“Tired of waiting.”

“It’s too soon.”

“Tired of that excuse, too. I’m not a guy who makes decisions with his dick.”

“I’m practically living here already.” She gestures to the vanity filled with her things.

“Want it permanent.”

“What if I asked you to move in with me?”

“Okay.”

She jerks at my immediate reply. “Would you give up all this to move into my little townhome?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“You can’t even stretch all the way out on my bed.”

“We’d work something out.”

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