“Do you stand there and listen for my footsteps on the stairs?”
“Yep. It’s all I can do not to run out to the parking lot like a f*****g lunatic the minute your car pulls up.”
When I grin at him, he warns, “Don’t gloat.”
“I would never. My God, you’re even more handsome than I remember.”
He plants a big kiss on my mouth and says gruffly, “Sweet little rabbit. How do you want to get f****d?”
Thrilled, I whisper, “Any way you want.”
With one arm wrapped tightly around my back, he takes my jaw in his hand and holds my face firmly like that as he growls, “Any way I want…what?”
I melt. I melt like a popsicle dropped onto hot asphalt on a blistering summer day. All other thoughts but of him fly out of my head.
As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, a hidden default mode I was un
