Page 130 of The Clover Chapel (Jamison Valley 2)
“Oh, it’s big, Emmy,” he said, pressing his growing erection into my hip.
I rolled my eyes. “That’s not what I meant.” Though, he was right. It was big. Very big.
He chuckled. “Sex isn’t the surprise.”
“Then tell your pecker to calm the hell down.”
“My dick is not a pecker.”
“I don’t like surprises and you’ve made me wait for hours. You have exactly thirty seconds to produce said surprise or any and all future references to your manhood will include the term ‘pecker.’ ”
Fifteen seconds later, we were in the kitchen.
“You were going to make me fajitas?”
“Yep. And scotcheroos,” he said.
I loved that he had planned to recreate the meals from our first cooking experiences in this kitchen.
“We should have put the meatballs in the fridge and eaten over here,” I said.
“This will all keep for tomorrow.”
“Thank you. It was a lovely surprise.”
“The food is not the surprise, Emmy,” he said.
“It wasn’t? Then what is?”
Nick hoisted me up onto the island and stood between my legs. Fishing in his pocket, he pulled out a key chain with a single silver key.
“Dinner was a good-bye. I thought we could eat here one last time and then you could come home. For good.”
My heart fluttered and my breath hitched.
Home.
“This is my key?” I asked.
“If you want it.”
I didn’t delay in snatching the key from his hands. “Absolutely.”
It continually amazed me how much my life had changed for the better in less than a year. Was this all real? Fate had brought me back to Nick. There was no other explanation for us finding one another again. We were destined.
My whole body shivered when he sucked my earlobe between his lips.
“Before we leave we’re going to celebrate.”
“How?” I panted.
“I’ve always wanted to have sex on that huge couch thing you have outside.”
“Outside? No way. It’s too cold.”
He gave me a crooked grin that soon turned into a huge smile. “I dare you.”
Turns out, it wasn’t all that cold.
