Page 102 of Unforgotten
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I think so, if she wants to stay.”
“She’ll want to stay.”
“What makes you so sure of that?”
I tickled the cat’s cheek, then tugged Gus away from her and to the utility room door. “Because if I was a cat, I’d stay with you.”
“You’re not a cat, and you still stay with me.”
“That’s my point.”
“What is?”
I shook my head. “Never mind. Leave her be a little while. I bet you’ll come back later and find her fast asleep.”
“Later? So we’re not going to sleep?”
The devil in Gus’s gaze came back, making it easy to forget how long it had been gone.
I grinned and brushed his cheek with a kiss that turned into a bite. “Not yet. I want you to fuck me again, then I want to stay up all night arguing over the best name for our new cat.”
Gus turned in my arms and pressed me against the closed utility room door. Up close and naked, I felt every inch of him. He kissed my forehead, my cheek, and finally my lips. “Works for me.”
