Page 93 of Starting Over with You
Like a sudden sunbeam through the heavy fog over the mountains.
Quiet, unassuming, but so damn sure of me.
Impossible to ignore.
The laughter between the three of us feels like home, and I miss my boys. I want them here. I want them to experience this kind of true contentment. To the point that I don’t care that Stratford is fighting my lawyer left and right. Okay—that bastard does get to me, but Dean does what he can to distract me from it.
Dean slides his tongue into the divot in my chin, and I giggleloudly. I feel my cheeks heat, but he just drinks me in. He grins against my skin as he whispers, “I love the noises you make.”
I stroke my fingers along the curls at his neck. “They’re yours.”
Oh God, how they belong to him because he is the only man to make them come from me so easily.
His wanton gaze meets mine, heat and all things possessive swirling in the blues and greens of his eyes. Not in a Nyle possessive way, but in a really hot Dean way. My phone sounds, and his eyes narrow. “I’m going to throw that damn thing away.”
I snort as I pull it out, glancing at the rage-text from my bestie. “It’s Sadie. I was supposed to be at the house twenty minutes ago. Skyye is probably wondering what I’m doing.”
“We should just tell her I’m ravishing you,” he mutters between nibbling on my bottom lip.
I smack his bicep. “We cannot tell your daughter you’re ravishing me.”
He sucks on my jaw, making my eyes fall closed. “Why not? It’s what I’m doing.”
“Dean,” I whine, and he smiles against my jaw as he slides his tongue to my earlobe. But then there is a knock at the door.
“Dad? Do you know where Kenni is?”
He waggles his brows, and I’m shooting daggers at him. He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sweetheart. She’ll be out in a minute. She needed to use my razor.”
I roll my eyes.
“I have one,” she calls out. “I’ll make sure to tell her.”
“That’s my girl. Thanks.”
“So, why are you in there?”
I arch a brow, but he just grins, cool as a cucumber. “Getting ready for work.”
“Oh yeah, okay.”
“She’ll be out soon. Oh hey, Skyye is looking for you.”
I glare. “Coming!” I squeak, not sounding like a cool cucumberat all. He covers his mouth to hold in his laughter, and I smack him again.
“Okaayyyy,” Skyye calls out, and I know she knows. She has to. Damn it. I go to open the door, but he presses me into it again, his hands cupping my face. I lean into his touch, lost in his heated gaze as he requests, “Be good?”
“Nope.”
“Try?”
“Can’t.”
He shakes his head. “Call me if you need me.”
“I will.”
Dean draws a deep breath in through his nose, and his eyes tell me he wants to say more. I think I know what it is, but he can’t.
