“It had better.” I tug on his lapel. “Speaking of which, when are you going to make an honest woman out of me, Satyrin? I have a baby, a mortgage, and a very real concern about being misfiled at preschool drop-off.”
“Soon enough” is all he says.
“But, like, if ‘soon enough’ had a date, then…?”
He kisses me again, which is the most effective way to shut me up and he knows it. The brick is rough through the silk at my back. His other hand is at the side of my throat, thumb under my jaw, tilting me up to open wider for him.
Alright then. We’ll resume this discussion in a little bit.
I yank his belt loose with hands that have gotten very good at this in the last year. He shoves the hem of my dress up to my hips and hooks my underwear aside without bothering to pull it down.
That’s fine b
