Found in Us (Lost 2)

“You’re delicious, woman. You taste so sweet. That pussy of yours drives me crazy.”

I laugh, feeling happier than I ever have. “Yep. You seemed very fond of it.”

“I’m fond of other parts of you too.” He touches my breasts, feathers his fingers on my collarbone. “I’m fond of every part of you.”

“You have your favorites. Admit it.”

“Never.”

He trails the fingers down to my navel, then even further down. I swat his hand away.

“Hey, not touching me there. I’m sensitive.”

I feel him smile against my shoulder. “Who said I wanted to touch your pussy?”

“So you didn’t?”

“I’ll leave you guessing.”

“Well, I’m going to go out on a limb and say you did. You’re predictable like that.” I kiss one of his biceps, sighing. “I love you so much, Parker.”

“How much?”

“Uh-oh.”

“What?”

“I have a feeling you’re going to ask me something ungodly.”

“Your mind is a fascinating place.”

“And yours isn’t?”

“Not at all.”

“So what were you going to ask?”

“Move in with me.”

I’m still not quite sure I’ve heard him correctly. Parker, who barely let anyone close, wants me to move with him.

“Move in with me. Make that house your home too. I want you with me there permanently.”

“Wow. I’d love to. Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want to share every part of my life with you. Buy whatever furniture you want in those spare rooms. Make it yours too.”

“Hmmm...whatever furniture I want? That’s a dangerous statement to say.”

“I trust you.”

“You might regret it.” I turn around, straddling him. “I’ve been known to go crazy for furniture.”

“Then go crazy.”

“This is your last chance to change your mind.”

He grins, kissing my nose. “I don’t want to.”