His gray eyes seemed to sparkle as he gazed into my blue. “We’ll talk … after I make love to you. Then fuck you in the shower, then make love to you again before I take you out to get something to eat.”
A smile moved over my face. “Let’s order in.”
Guiding him into me, I arched my back as he slowly pushed in. The feel of our two bodies connecting made my chest flutter.
“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.
“I love you too, Charleston.”
My mouth turned up as he continued to kiss me. I loved how he called me by my full name when he made love to me. There were so many ways in which I loved this man, and I wanted to show him all the ways starting right now.
“Say it again,” I demanded.
He lifted his head so we could look into each other’s eyes. Slowly moving out and then ever so slowly pushing back in, he spoke.
“I love you, Charleston. You’re mine and you’ll always be mine.”
“Always,” I choked out as a tear trailed down my cheek. Tucker quickly kissed it away as he slowly made love to me.
He did exactly as he promised. He made love to me, fucked me in the shower, then made love to me again on the sofa before calling in an order of Chinese takeout. Mr. Pootie sat in between us on the sofa as I ate my General Tso’s chicken and crab rangoon. Tucker ate sesame chicken, and I was pretty sure Mr. Pootie was working hard on getting some of Tucker’s food.
“Your cat is giving me a weird look.”
“No he’s not,” I stated, attempting not to laugh because Mr. Pootie was indeed giving Tucker a weird look. If I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn he was about to jump onto Tucker and fight him for the container of food.
“Okay, can you make him go away? It’s bad enough his weird haircut is creepy, but that look in his eyes is really freaking me the fuck out.”
This time I did laugh.
“He’s sweet. Don’t be mean to my baby boy.”
“What are we going to do with him when we have kids?”
The question came from him like second nature. He shoved food into his mouth and turned to me, waiting for my answer.
My insides warmed, and my heart raced with happiness.
“We should probably talk,” I said, setting my container down and turning on the sofa. I sat with my l
egs crossed and Tucker did the same thing, except he kept his food clutched in his hands and away from Mr. Pootie’s paws.
“Okay, let’s talk,” Tucker said with a smile.
“Where do you see yourself in five years?” I asked.
He looked up in thought for a moment and then pierced his eyes on mine. “With you, in a house, probably outside of the city because I’m pretty sure we both hate living in the city. Maybe a baby, but for sure a dog.”
My brow lifted. “A dog?”
The most brilliant smile lit up his face. “Seriously, Charlie? The dog is all you got out of that?”
Now it was my turn to give him a smile. “Yes, because I see all that too.”
Tucker looked surprised. “Really?”
“My dream is to build a house, maybe on the land in Marble Falls, raise a family, and be a wife and a mother.”
It took Tucker a good thirty seconds before he moved to put his Chinese takeout on the coffee table and focus back on me.