Chapter Fourteen
I jog across the room, pulling at my shirttails. I’ve waited too damned long for this moment. Behind me, I register the soft clinking of wine bottles being shoved aside, the scrape of glass on concrete acts like a fingernail trailing down my spine. My body tenses at the unspoken promise crackling in the air. It’s only been a few weeks, it feels like a lifetime.
The deadbolt settles into place with a loud snick, and I turn, making my way back to where she’s laid herself out on the countertop like a pinup girl. “Don’t move a muscle,” I order gruffly, crossing the space in three long strides. She’s kicked off her shoes, and I start by taking her ankle and pulling her dainty foot to my mouth. I press a kiss on the arch, a movement as intimate as it is erotic, because I’ve al
