“Spontaneity,” I say, grinning. Then I kiss him, mouth open, because I can, and because I know the deviant side of him loves the idea of tasting his own come on his lips. “So is the apartment officially christened now?”
He pulls me against his side, tucking his arms around me. “This room is.”
“You have plans for every room?”
He laughs, a dark and sensual sound. “I’m disappointed that you didn’t think I would.”
I have a response, but I forget it as he kisses me. So the list will continue. I can’t say I’m disappointed.
“I don’t think I’ve told you that I love you today,” he says.
“Funny, I don’t think you have either.”
“Well, Naomi Grayson, I love you. I love every bit of you, and I plan on showing you in very creative ways. For a very long time.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Spontaneously?”
He pulls me on top of him again and I lose my breath. “Of course.”
THE END