Page 200 of The Path to Loving Him
She looks up. “Did you want me to walk over here naked and give the neighbors a show?”
“No.”
“Then be grateful I’m wearing the shirt.” She walks right up to me and presses her hand to my chest before standing on her toes and kissing me.
I melt from the feel of her lips on mine.
Nothing will ever be better.
Groaning, I say, “Upstairs.”
I take her hand, and we make our way up to my bedroom, which now actually looks like a bedroom—for the most part. I’m not sleeping on a mattress on the floor. The bed has been put together, and I have nice bedding. Curtains have been hung, boxes have been unpacked, and I even have a few pictures hanging up, thanks to Hattie, who came over one day after work to help me.
Kind of proud to show it off.
I lead her into my bedroom, switch on the light, and await her reaction.
She does not disappoint.
“Ryland, oh my God, it looks . . . wow, it looks amazing in here.”
“Yeah?” I ask. “You like it?”
“Yes, look you even hung pictures, and you have nightstands with lamps, and is that . . . is that a fake plant?”
“That was Hattie. She thought I needed it.”
“She was right. It adds some nice color. Aw, I love it.” She moves into my side. “Do you love it?”
“I do. I love it even more with you in here.”
“Look at you putting the moves on and we haven’t even brushed our teeth yet.”
I chuckle and direct her toward the bathroom. “You’re right, what was I even thinking.”
We get ready for bed. She leans against the counter while brushing her teeth, and I stare at her legs.
After turning on the shower, I strip down for her and start washing my body. From the counter, she watches.And wets her lips.God, I love when she does that.
When I exit, she strips down and steps into the shower, turning on the water.
“Uh, why didn’t you join me?” I ask.
She soaps up her body. “Because I don’t want to be fucked in the shower. And knowing you, that’s what would have happened.”
“Depriving me of shower sex. How dare you?” She chuckles, then she wiggles her eyebrows at me.So fucking cute.
I watch her carefully when she’s out of the shower and dried off, wondering if she’s going to put her shirt back on. When she hangs up her towel and moves into the bedroom, I know I’m the luckiest guy around.
She slips into bed, and I follow her closely, turning off all the lights, casting us in the glow of the moonlight. I slide in close to her and rest on my side, and then my hand falls to her bare hip when she turns toward me as well.
“I like this,” she says.
“So do I. I like having you here a whole fucking lot.” My thumb strokes over her skin. “The night we stayed in San Francisco was the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had, and I’ve been craving another one.”
Her fingers dance over my chest hair. “So have I. I fear after tonight, the craving will only be stronger.”
“Same, which means you might be stuck with me.”
