Page 67 of Hers to Marry
There were only two possible answers: either he wanted her, or he didn’t.
“The kind that loves you,” she whispered and then held her breath. She watched emotion swirl in his eyes until she read what she hoped was happiness.
His gaze dropped lower, and Kat’s heart nearly burst from her chest. He leaned in and captured her lips with his.
Kat moaned and buried in closer, allowing him to squeeze his arms around her a few inches more. They stood at the door for untold minutes exploring, tasting, sighing each other’s names. Drew finally pulled her into the home.
“Sorry,” his throaty voice said against her neck as he placed another kiss there. “I forgot I was cold.”
“I’m not cold.”
“Neither am I.” He kicked the door closed with his foot and found her lips again.
Kat felt like the warm, smooth center of a freshly baked cream-filled donut. And Drew tasted as sweet as one of her pastries. Had he been eating them before she came?
He lifted her into his arms and kissed her again. “Let me show you the house,” he said and placed a trail of kisses along her jaw.
“You can’t see!” Kat giggled and tried leaning back.
“Get back here,” he ordered gruffly. “I can see just fine.”
She placed her lips firmly against his, cupping his cheeks. “Drew…”
“Parker was never really right for me,” he started, breathy. “I never should’ve asked her.”
“It doesn’t matter now,” Kat responded earnestly, keeping her gaze locked with his. “She’s happy. She loves her work. That’s where she’s at right now.”
He nodded. “I know. I’m happy for her.” He glanced down. “You want to get out of that jacket? It’s scratching my arms.”
“Oh!” He set her down. “It’s wool.”
“I’m allergic,” he said with a chortle.
“Sorry about that.”
“You didn’t know.”
She had worried if they knew enough of each other to be truly in love. Well, they didn’t have to marry each other right away.
After removing her jacket, Drew hung it and her hat inside the entryway closet. He then offered his hand, which she took, and he began showing her around the home. The open living room-dining room combination led into a state-of-the-art kitchen Kat started drooling over. She saw a box from Susie’s bakery on the counter.
Kat picked it up with a smile. “I thought I tasted dessert.”
His arms came around her from behind, and he settled a kiss on her cheek. “They’re still great, but I can definitely tell the difference when you make them.”
“You cannot!”
“I can,” he protested.
“Well, we better not tell Susie. She’ll ban you from the shop.”
“Never.” He kissed her cheek again.
“Drew, this kitchen is phenomenal.”
He leaned back and walked around the island, surveying the design. “I confess, I thought about you when I built it.”
Kat’s mouth dropped.
