Page 127 of Durango

I cup his face in my hands. “I love you, too.”

“We moved kind of fast with the moving in, so this might scare you, but…”

He pauses and my heart is pounding almost out of my chest. Is he going to ask what I think he’s going to ask?

“I plan to marry you. I’m not asking now in bed. I want to do the proposal right. But that is where I’m headed.”

I kiss him before falling onto my side. “Good. Because I don’t want to be wasting my time living here if I’m not getting a contract for all of this.” I run my hand down his chest and then grip his dick in my hands.

He laughs and pulls me close with a kiss.

We must have fallen asleep because I wake up shivering. As soon as I move, Durango wakes.

“Damn, why is it so cold?” he asks. “Oh yeah, I turned up the air conditioner before Harding got here. I wasn’t thinking we’d be naked.” He grins at me. “Want to take a hot shower with me?”

I stand up and wince. After our last session, I’m sore.

“Not this time, but maybe next time.”

He’s up and by my side. “I saw that wince.”

“It’s fine. It’s a good kind of soreness.” I grab my clothes and begin to get dressed.

“Okay, tonight we’ll just cuddle.” He kisses the top of my head and walks to the bathroom.

I stare as he goes. The man is so muscular that even simple walking is sexy as hell.

I check my phone and see missed messages from Samantha. Instead of texting back, I call her and give her the good news about Hyde and Carmen.

“That’s great! Now, we can put this Tyler chapter behind us. I hope you can,” she says.

“I plan to. As far as I’m concerned, my future is with Durango.”

“I’m happy to hear that.”

We end the call. I sit down on the couch and put my feet up. Looking around the room, I wonder how Durango would feel about changing the wall color.

“Something wrong?” Durango asks as he walks toward me.

I smile. “Nothing is wrong. I was just thinking it might look nice to paint the walls a different color.”

He sits next to me. “You want to redecorate?”

“Nothing crazy. Just some paint.”

“Anything you want. I want you to feel like this is your home, too.”

“Anything?” I grin. “Because I was thinking about a cat wallpaper for that wall,” I say, pointing to a long stretch of bare wall.

“Cat wallpaper? Is that a brand?”

“Nope.” I pop thePfor effect. “I’m talking about a pattern that has a dozen or so different cats on it.”

He stares at me without any expression, trying to determine if I’m being serious. I have to give him credit. He’s being pretty cool about this.

“Okay, cat wallpaper it is.”

I laugh.

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