“Guess so.”
He didn’t fight the urge to lean down and kiss her, tongue coaxing her lips to part, reveling in the soft mewl of contentment she made against his mouth.
“What was that for?” she asked, licking her lips and turning to face him.
“Because I love you. What do you say to making this an early night?”
Vivian pushed halfheartedly against his chest. “We already made it a late morning.”
“I know,” Zeke growled, capturing her hands in his. “So let’s not ruin a perfect day.”
She laughed until he pressed his hips against hers and let her feel his erection. “I guess we could head home early,” she admitted, voice breathy as she rocked against him. “I mean, we still haven’t finished breaking in the new bed.”
“Damn shame,” he said. “We should go now.”
“You’re insatiable,” she teased. “Is it really this easy to keep you happy?”
“Yes. As long as I have you.” Standing there in his bookstore, with the woman he loved in his arms, Zeke realized every word was true. His new mission statement. His promise to himself.
And for the first time in a long while, Ezekiel Harding finally gave a fuck.