“It was matches and a dead cell phone, baby,” he said, then took the opportunity to kiss her senseless while she was there. He loved that dazed and needy look she had when she opened her eyes straight after his lips left hers.
She blinked up at him, and there it was. Gold. Pure gold. He’d found treasure no amount of digging in the Amazon would unearth.
“Thanks,” she said breathily. “Now, can you describe your feelings when that spider jumped on your chest?” She gave him an innocent, wide-eyed look.
He wasn’t fooled. She was yanking his chain. “What did I tell you? We never mention that. Which means it will not be included in your movie.”
“But John, I can’t miss out a scene like that. In fact”—she stood and sauntered away from him, swaying her hips—“I was thinking I’d make it more dramatic. Maybe have him cry like a baby, or better yet, wet himself with fear.”
“Over my dead body!” He shot to his feet and launched himself after her.
She ran through the house squealing with delight, as Beast herded her towards their bedroom.
His woman. His life. His home.