Page 96 of Keeping Laryn
“Good. So you have any objections to me taking you home and making love to you in my bed? My domain. I am man, hear me roar. Me man, you woman.”
She giggled. “No.”
“Good. Because when I’m done with you, you’re never going to want tolookat another man.”
“I don’t want anyone else. Just you. It’s always been you, Tate.”
Her words echoing in his brain, Casper leaned down and kissed her hard. “My brother wants to come out and meet you.Reallymeet you, not just in passing on a ship like last time. He’ll bring Josie. You have a problem with that?”
“Of course not. I want a chance to get to know both of themtoo. I really liked Josie when we talked on the phone the other night.”
A bone-deep rightness settled in Casper’s belly. He realized it was happiness. Contentedness. A feeling of having found someone who fit him perfectly. He’d only felt this way with one other person in his entire life before…his twin.
He stared at her for a beat, before pulling her away from the door and opening it. “In,” he ordered.
Laryn rolled her eyes at him. “No, I thought I’d ride on top.”
“I’ll let you ride on top,” he said suggestively.
“That was so corny,” she sighed, but she was smiling when she said it, so Casper wasn’t worried she was turned off by his crassness.
He realized he was smiling like a loon as he ran around to the driver’s side. He couldn’t wait to get them home and finally make long, slow, sweet love to the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Laryn woke up and turned over, grinning when she saw Tate lying next to her with one arm over his head, mouth open, snoring slightly. When they’d gotten home the evening before, he decided they should eat before they went to bed, that they’d need the energy and calories for what he had planned for that evening. They’d both had a glass of wine with dinner, and when she’d gone into the bedroom while he tidied the kitchen, she’d fallen asleep before he’d even arrived. The full belly, the exhaustion of the previous week, of still recovering from her ordeal, and the alcohol, it had all combined to make her essentially pass out.
But now she was awake, after a full night’s rest…and remembering the sweet way Tate had said he loved her had Laryn more than ready to make up for lost time. Yes, they’d had sex…made love…before, but this time felt different. Special. More permanent.
She eased the covers back, smiling as she remembered doing this previously, in her own bed. In her apartment. But this time, the second she wrapped her hand around his cock, he woke up. It took him only a split second to figure out where he was and who he was with. Then Laryn found herself on her back with a very aroused Tate hovering over her.
“Morning,” he said huskily.
Would she ever get used to waking up with this man at her side? She hoped not. She hoped it would feel as special as it did right this moment.
“Morning,” she told him with a shy smile. She had no idea why she was feeling so bashful all of a sudden. They’d slept plastered against each other for the last week, and he’d had his mouth between her legs before, not to mention his cock.
“How do you feel?”
“Um…good. Why?”
“Rested? Are you hungry or thirsty?”
“Yes, no, and no.”
“I don’t care who calls, who knocks on the door, or if aliens land outside this apartment building, nothing is going to keep me from making love to you.”
Laryn shifted under him with arousal. “Sounds good to me.”
“I love you, Laryn. It sucks that we lost so much time because I had blinders on for three damn years. But I wised up, and I’m so excited for what the future holds for us both.”
“Me too,” she said, feeling the pesky goose bumps she got so often around this man spring up on her arms. “I should warn you that I’m not going to be the kind of woman who quits her job to stay home and raise the kids.”
Her words made Tate smile even wider.
“What? Why are you smiling like that?”
“Just hearing you talk about having kids with me makes me feel ridiculously giddy.”
Laryn rolled her eyes. “I’m not ready right this second,” she added.
