Denying the Bad Boy(67)

Alex came back into the living room and sat beside her on the couch. She wrinkled her nose. “You stink.” He nudged her shoulder with his.

“You think you smell like roses, buttercup?” He rested his head on the back of the couch and turned to look at her, grinning. “But I’d still do you, all day long.” He let his eyes dip to her breasts, ones that were barely restrained by her tank. He had scowled when she first put it on, but it was damn hot, and hell no was she going to move into their home covered from neck to ankle in clothes, which is probably what he would have preferred. “Did I tell you how hot you look?” She smacked him on the chest but grinned. “You do, even all sweaty. I have a major hard-on right now.”

“You’re such a pig.” He chuckled and leaned in, but she moved out of the way before he could touch her. “No way, you stink.”

“Aww, come here, baby. We can stink together.” He made a move to grab her, but she jumped off the couch and ran to the other side of it. “We’re both sweaty, so let’s get dirty together, Mary.” She squealed when he hopped over the back of the couch in one move and had her in his arms before she could make a getaway. “Gotcha.” He started kissing her throat, and she laughed harder. “Mmm, salty, yet strangely still sweet.” She turned so she faced him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

“I love you.” She felt him grin against her mouth.

“I know.” She broke the kiss and smacked him in the chest again. “I’m just teasing.” He kissed her forehead, on the tip of the nose, and finally reached her mouth. “I love you, too, Mary.” He lifted her off her feet and started carrying her through the house. “Time to christen the bedroom.” He walked into their room and shut the door behind him, and that was exactly what they did, over and over again.



The End