Page 97 of Keep On Loving You
“All of them. I want them all.”
His arms wrapped around her, and he held her tight. “Kitty Kat, I’m happy to make you purr anytime. And you know the best part?”
She propped herself up on an elbow to look him in the eye. “Is that we get to do it again later?”
“Definitely that.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “But even better, we don’t have to hide from your family anymore.”
“Oh.” She pretended to look surprised. “I think maybe we should keepallthe orgasms private still.”
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
She giggled and dodged him as he tried to tickle her.
But she knew exactly what he meant. Now that her family knew about them, she felt like she could finally take a deep breath. No more secrets. Especially not when it came to Andy. Never again would she try to push down her feelings for this man.
“I know exactly what you mean.” She settled herself back into his arms. “It feels good not to have secrets, doesn’t it?”
He trailed his finger down her bare arm. “It feels so good. You know what else feels good? This bed.”
She laughed. “Better than sleeping on the ground?”
“Much.”
They fell silent and for a moment, Kat thought he might have fallen asleep. “Andy?”
“Uh-hmm.”
“You’re not really going to move into that studio, are you?”
He tensed a little. “I can sell it.”
“Or…”
“Or? Don’t tell me you’ve had time to think about what I’m going to do with my new apartment with everything you’ve had going on.”
“You’d be surprised what I think about.”
He laughed. “I know that’s true.” He nuzzled into the base of her neck and trailed kisses. “So, tell me your plan.”
“The rental market is pretty hot right now,” she said. “I bet we could rent it out without much trouble. And…maybe we could rent this place, too.”
“But then where would we live? Because, just in case it wasn’t clear earlier, you’re never getting rid of me now.”
She had no plans of getting rid of him. Not now. Not ever. “I was thinking that maybe it was time to get a real house.”
“A house?”
She smiled to herself and nodded against his chest. “A few bedrooms and a nice bright kitchen.” She bit her bottom lip. “Somewhere with a yard,” Kat continued.
“A yard?”
“Somewhere big enough for a swing set.” She held her breath.
“A swing—what? Kat. What?”
She rolled away from him and turned on her side so she faced him.
“Are you saying you want kids? Because I do, too. One day I’d?—”
