Page 79 of Catch You

I drop the last few things into my drawer before shouldering past Oz.

“Here he is,” JJ announces as I fly past her. “Your girl here was just telling me?—”

Her words fade off as I take Harlow’s face in my hands and drop my lips to hers.

JJ and Oz holler behind us in excitement, but I ignore them. My only focus is on the woman in my arms.

“This is a nice surprise,” I say, running my nose against hers.

“I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“You and me both, baby.” Pulling away from her, I turn to look at my employees who both have giant smiles on their faces. “We’re out of here.”

“Have a good night.”

“You wanna drive?” Harlow asks me as we make our way to her car.

She holds the keys out and I take them from her in favour of getting us back as fast as possible.

“What’s that smell?” I ask when my arse hits the driver’s seat.

“That’s dinner.”

“You cooked?”

“Sure did.”

“You are aware that I have no dining table or more than one plate, right?”

“I’ve got it all under control.”

I shake my head, wondering how the hell this happened.

Turns out that having it all planned means that, along with our dinner, Harlow’s car is packed with everything we could possibly need. She’s even got an old foldaway camping table.

Once we get it all up to my flat, she turns to me and runs her palms up my chest.

“I missed you today.” The words are out of my mouth before my brain registers them.

“Yeah?” Her dark eyes light up as a shy smile tugs at her lips. “What happened to Mr. I Don’t Do Tomorrows?”

“Suddenly tomorrow doesn’t seem so scary,” I say quietly, dropping so my lips brush against hers.

“What are you saying, exactly?” She tenses in my arms. Her need to put a label on us amuses me.

“One day at a time, baby. One day at a time.”

“Okay,” she whispers, nodding and playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.

I lower and take her lips again. She lifts up on her tiptoes and presses the length of her body against mine. A groan rumbles up my throat as her soft curves line up perfectly with my hard lines.

My fingers twitch to lift her into my arms and carry her to my bedroom, but I resist.

“You go and shower or whatever, and I’ll get dinner sorted.”

“You sure you don’t need help?” I ask, finding the slit in her dress and slipping my hand inside.

“Distracting, you mean.”