Page 33 of Kiss Me, Darling

The room was mostly put back together now that the paint was dry. The new bed frame wasn’t ready yet, but I moved the bed in front of the mural and placed the lovely new nightstands beside it.

Scott stopped kissing me long enough to stare at the wall. “You’re painting again.”

Pride surged through me. I loved that Scott could pick out my work. “I was motivated.”

He squeezed my hand. “Creativity is erupting everywhere. It’s beautiful. Good work.”

I pulled him back for another kiss, all while simultaneously trying to figure out how to get his clothes off. I was a little out of practice and so was he. We fumbled around, knocking hands and foreheads at one point.

It was...well it wasfun.

“For the record, I don’t like sleeping alone.” I finally unbuttoned his jeans.

“For the record,” he dipped down and sucked a kiss to my throat, “neither do I. Let’s never do it again.”

The logistics of that were unlikely, but I didn’t care. “Deal.”

“And,” he whipped off my shirt and wrapped his whole arm around my waist, jerking me to him, “we should always sleep naked.”

I dragged him with me to the bed. “Deal.”

He glided over me, his nose to my nose. “But tonight, we should skip all the sleeping.”

“But not the naked.”

He shook his head, his nose grazing mine. “Definitely not the naked.”

We each frantically discarded our remaining clothes and went at each other like starved animals. I gasped when his stomach touched mine. No one had touched me like that in months, and only Scott in years. The sudden change took my breath away.

“This is going to be intense,” I breathed out slowly, trying to center myself. It felt like I might just spin off into the abyss if I didn’t.

“And quick.” He paused, catching my gaze. “But good.”

Of that there was no doubt. I loved having his weight on me again, his stubble rough on my skin. I was ready to combust and we were only getting started.

“Just kiss me, Scott. We’ll figure the rest out.”

A smile lit up his whole, handsome face. “Yes, ma’am.” His lips moved over mine, opening and exploring as our bodies moved together. “Oh how I’ve missed the taste of your skin.”

I licked my tongue lightly over the skin beneath his chin. “So have I.”

His hand moved over my hip and up to cup my breast. “Why do you put up with me?”

Our gazes collided. “I don’tput up with you.I love you.” And because I felt like he needed to really hear it, I wrapped my hands behind his neck, pressing my breasts firmly against his chest, and spoke from my heart. “When we first met you were off limits but I had a mad crush on you. Crushes are...they’re blinding. I could only focus on the parts of you that amazed me because that’s all I saw at first.” My eyes dropped to his luscious lips. “That smile. Those damn sexy dimples. The easy way we could always talk to each other. I swooned when you walked because you swagger. Your ass is just perfection, Scott. Really and truly.”

He dipped down to kiss my throat. “Why thank you. But I think I come in second to yours every time.”

As it always did, his compliment made me feel fantastic. “Why thank you. But then I got to know you, and I learned how creative you were, and,” I paused to make sure I had his full attention again, “how hard you were on yourself. I saw your flaws and I loved them. I hated the negative ways you treated yourself, but I loved that you cared so much about your work, the stories, the characters, the process. You cared about the crew and the writers, you see everyone as integral to the end result. Andthatwas impossible to ignore. So when I fell for you, Scott, I fell hard, but I also fell foryou.All of you. I knew going in that meant the good and the bad. I never expected you to hide that part of yourself from me. All I hoped was that one day you’d see yourself the way I see you.” I smiled as I searched his bewildered face. “And now I think you do.”

“Lucy Davis,” he whispered as his lips curved more and more, “you are my favorite person and I love you. So very, very much.”

“I missed you terribly and I hated that you needed to be away from me, but I am, and always will be, willing to wait for you. You’re worth it.”

“Fuck.” His voice was rough as he buried his face in my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair and rocked my hips against his.

“Exactly. We should do that and get all these emotions out in the open.”

His kisses turned to laughs at my play on words, and then back to kisses again. Deep kisses. The kind that make you forget your own name and yearn for climax.

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