Maggie’s eyes widened to the size of saucers and her jaw dropped. I closed it gently and kissed her, pouring all of my love into it. When we came up for air, I rested my forehead against hers.
“Tell me, Maggie,” I demanded, keeping my tone soft so I didn’t sound harsh. I leaned back and she still looked a little shell-shocked. “Say it.”
She shook her head a little, as if to shake away clutter in her mind. “I love you, too.”
Inside my head, a caveman was beating on his chest and shouted out that his woman loved him. However, what I actually said was, “Good girl.” Then I kissed her.
Chapter 8
Maggie
“Honey, I’m home!” I called out as I walked through the front door of my house. I’d always loved the home I shared with my mom, but I’d found a new appreciation for sharing space with Harrison over the last eight days. I’d kind of expected it to be awkward since I’d never even had a boyfriend before. Moving from a complete lack of a love life to basically living with my boyfriend—for a lack of a better term since in no way, shape, or form was Harrison a boy—should have been a major adjustment. But it really hadn’t been, at least not in a negative way. Harrison and I just seemed to fit together.
“Hey, baby doll,” he mumbled distractedly. He was sprawled out on the couch in the living room with his laptop perched on his knees. His hair was mussed, like he’d been running his fingers through it, and he was dressed in a dark T-shirt and athletic shorts. It was his usual choice when he was hanging around the house, at least until he stripped out of them because he much preferred being naked in bed with me. And on the couch. In the kitchen. Pretty much anywhere and everywhere.
Naked sexy time was a regular pastime for us, but I couldn’t help wondering what was going to happen when my mom and Stanley returned from their honeymoon. Their trip was already more than half-way over, which meant my alone time with Harrison was flying by in a blink of an eye. We only had six days left.
“How was school?”
“Same old, same old,” I answered, bending low to give him a quick kiss on the lips. When I tried to lift back up, he shifted his laptop onto the cushion next to him and pulled me onto his lap.
“You didn’t really think I was going to let you get away from me that easily, did you?”
“Hmmm,” I hummed against his lips. “You didn’t really think I was trying to get away from you, did you?”
I felt his deep chuckle as it rumbled up his chest, and then his lips claimed mine for a deep, wet kiss. His tongue swept in my mouth to tangle with mine as his fingers slid up my neck to the base of my skull to hold me in place as he plundered my mouth.
“Well played, baby doll,” he rasped when he lifted his head. “Do you have a lot of homework to do tonight?”
“Not much. I did most of it while I was there.” It’s what I’d done all of last week, too. I didn’t want to waste any time while I was home with Harrison. So I finished it up while I was already away from him.
“You sure that’s cool with your teachers?”
“Yeah, no worries. They all love me.”
“Oh, they do, do they?” he growled, flipping me over until my back was on the cushions and he hovered over me. “Do I need to visit your school to make sure none of these teachers are guys who’re getting the wrong idea about my woman?”
“Nope.” I made a popping sound on the ‘P.’
“Good, cause I’d hate to have to kick some ass at your school.”
His possessive caveman act shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did. Then again, it wasn’t like I could point any fingers in his direction about it since I was just as bad whenever women flirted with him right in front of me, which happened way too often for my liking. Keeping our relationship under wraps until my mom and Stanley got home was starting to drive me crazy. As scared as I was about how they’d react, I’d reached the point where I was ready to shout about us from the rooftops.
Sliding my palms down his side, I jabbed my fingers into his waist and tickled him. He’d mentioned he had one place where he was ticklish, but I hadn’t managed to find it yet.
“Good try, but that’s not it,” he laughed.
“I’m going to find it sooner or later,” I grumbled.
“I’m sure you are, since you’ve got a lifetime to look for it.”
I beamed up at him, my heart lifting at how open he was about his feelings with me. How he always talked as though we’d be together forever. “I love you.”
“Love you, too, baby doll.”