Page 84 of Not A Thing
If I’d known Holden would use the tattoo as an electric push-start button, I might’ve gotten it placed somewhere else…
Pfft. Who was I kidding? I lived for this.
Taking a play out of his book, in a flash, I growled, shoved him onto his back, and pinned his arms down, straddling him. I lowered myself right over his face, my hair making a curtain around us. His eyes were ravenous just like I felt.
“You know,” I said. “For somebody so set on doing exactly as the doctor ordered, you are pushing me very close to the edge, Holden Dupree. Do it one more time,” I dared him. “And all bets are off. Clothes will be flying. Intense lovemaking will be happening. Youwill notstop me.”
He smirked. And preened. And then he pried an arm loose. He tugged the neckline of my shirt over my shoulder and crunched up to press a kiss to it. “I love you, Christy Dupree.”
I stared into his autumn eyes. “I love you too, Clark. So much.”
But then his lips pulled into a smile. And his hand dropped. His fingers trailed across my stomach, and very slowly, and very intentionally curlicued Superman…
One more time.
