Zoe stood up, legs trembling, crossed the porch to where the most amazing, wonderful man that she’d ever known was standing and waiting for her. He opened his arms, and she just walked right on into them, like she’d been born to be right there in his embrace.
Scars slid his hands down her body, cupped her rounded ass in her loose dress, and lifted her right off her feet. She gave a small cry of surprise and grabbed his shoulders. He wrapped her one leg around his waist, then the other, then turned to sit her on the porch railing.
“Don’t move,” he said, gently untangling her long limbs. He kissed each of her hands, then pushed her golden curls back off her forehead. “I’ll be back. Just going to get something from my bedroom.”
“OK,” she said pertly. “I’ll wait right here.”
“You’d better,
