“What?”
She shook her head. “You don’t need to carry me in.”
“But I will. Or at least to the door. I would go the whole way, but my door is locked.”
I knew she wanted to keep fighting it, but I started moving and her arms tightened. I liked having her this close. I liked helping her.
Grace watched me the whole time, and I wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss or kill me.
I hoped it was the first one.
“There you go. One free ride.”
“It better be the first of many,” she said lowly.
I’d completely forgotten about the third option.
Me carrying her turned her on.
“I can make that happen,” I said as I unlocked my door.
Grace barely looked around to see my apartment. The onebedroom I lived in was nothing compared to her house, and I didn’t mind that she was focused on me.
The second my door was shut and locked, she pulled me to her. I noted that I was right abouttwothings as she kissed me.
“Have I ever told you how hot it is that you do things for me like that?”
“Have I ever told you how hot you are every fucking day?”
She giggled and brought my mouth back to hers. I didn’t know where this would go, nor did I care. She got to take the lead since she was the one growing my child. Some days she loved the idea of sex. Others, her body was too sore to even think about it.
Slowly, she swiped her tongue over my bottom lip and the kiss quickly turned heated.
“You have a bed here, right?” she asked.
“We just got here,” I said.
“You told me to do something fun. And I have somethingveryfun in mind.”
“This doesn’t count. You better have something else planned.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she said, and then looked around. “After you show me your bedroom, that is.”
My bedroom only had a bed and a nightstand, but she didn’t seem to care.
It must have been being in Nashville, but I remembered times when I would treat this like a last time. Where I would purposefully try not to get to know someone and focus on the feeling.
But there was none of that with her. Hell, I’d failed at it before I’d even started.
I was in my own place, but I felt like a different version of me. I felt like I was visiting something from my past, but I didn’t want to be here.
Suddenly, my choice to move solidified in my mind. I knew I was doing the right thing.
Grace must have sensed that I was in thought because she pulled away and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Everything okay?”
“Everything’s perfect,” I said, pulling her back into a kiss. I put my all into it, proving to her that next to her was exactly where I wanted to be. Nothing could be wrong when I was with her.
I pulled away only with the intent of making my way down her body. I stopped at her neck, and then at her nipples, taking off layers as I went. She’d been sensitive since she’d gotten pregnant, so my mouth in just those two places had her letting out a high-pitched noise that my neighbors coulddefinitelyhear.