I relaxed into him, relishing the firm muscles and security of his body.
“I can be really naughty,” I teased.
“You keep proving that.”
The pool table was starting to get uncomfortable. “Want to watch the late game?” I asked.
“You have the Wranglers on?”
I nodded. “I was trying to study up when you rang the doorbell,” I explained. “There is a TV in here, but I have more comfortable rooms in the house.” I laughed. “Want to see?”
We sat up.
“Yeah, but I’m hoping this place has as many bathrooms in it.”
“Oh, right. There’s one behind the pinball machine.” I pointed.
Luke hopped off the table and returned a few minutes later.
“This is naked football, right?” he asked before turning to lift me off the pool table.
I would never be able to play a game here without blushing to my toes. We had officially christened and tarnished that L W logo at the same time.
“What?” My feet dangled over his arm. I felt petite and tiny in his massive arms.
There were no clothes in this room. There was a trail leading here like bread crumbs in the forest.
“You don’t know about naked football? You’re missing out on such an education.”
“Really?” I twisted my lips together.
“Point me to the TV,” he directed.
“Back to the front door and then off to the other wing.”
He shook his head. “This is a fucking maze, you know that, right?”
“It’s a little spacious.”
“It’s big enough for five kids and then some.”
The smile dropped from his face. And we stared in each other’s eyes.
24
Luke
Fuck. Why did I say that? Why did I bring up kids?
And at the same time I couldn’t stop thinking about it. This woman was mine, and it was becoming more clear to me that I wanted her to be mine in every way. Maybe even with my baby inside her.
“Which way?” I asked, dodging her probing eyes.
“If you insist on carrying me like this it’s going to take a while.”
“Just tell me.”
I wasn’t going to let her go. I wanted to hold her to my chest. Carry her. Protect her. And the fact that I had taken her the way I wanted, claimed her body once again, made this feel right.