Chapter 72

I’d done it. I’d disgusted him. I held myself stiffly, waiting for him to tell me what a disappointment I was to him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose—was my nose more appealing than my lips?—turned and opened the door, and left.

Wait, what happened to “baby”? To “blue eyes”? Shit. He couldn’t even fumble behind him for the doorknob because he couldn’t take his eyes off me?

I watched as he got in his SUV, gave a nonchalant wave, and drove away, and then I shut and locked the front door. So what if Beauchamp was going to double-check it?

I went up to my room, stripped, showered, and changed into my pajamas. 32

We were naked on my queen-size bed, and I was on top, my knees framing his hips. I buried my fingers in his thick, soft hair and covered his lips and cheeks and jaw with hungry, uninhibited kisses.

“I love you,” he murmured against my throat, and I groaned.

No one had ever…