I groan, still not liking it. She looks so damn good—too damn good.
Good enough to eat.
“Stop looking at me like that or we’ll never get out of the house,” she tells me, pushing me back slightly.
I grab her wrist and press a kiss to her knuckles. “That sounds perfect to me. Let’s be on house arrest together.” I wink. Sophie wraps her other arm around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.
“I’ll be home by seven fifteen at the latest.”
“A minute later and I’m sending out the SWAT team.” I slide my hands down her back, then cup her ass.
“Okay, Colin Farrell. Calm down.” She chuckles then laughs harder at my confused facial expression. “From the movie? S.W.A.T.?”
I shrug.
“I’m gonna have to man you up with some Jackie Chan and Bruce Willis, too.”
Grunting, I huff. “You can leave that to
