Page 64 of No Wrong Moves


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EDDIE

With the earlymorning sun filtering through the blinds and Pearce’s warm body draped over me, I smiled. Legit full-on grinned.

Maybe the story of how Pearce proposed to me would have to change slightly for public hearing, but with every beat in my heart, I knew it wasn’t a question asked in the heat of the moment. One asked in lust or the panic of the stress and disappointment of yesterday.

No. When Pearce had asked me to marry him, I’d looked into his hazel eyes and beyond the heat in them. I’d felt his love encompass me, reflecting my own.

There was no confusing that with misplaced passion.

The gulf of what would happen next remained between us, but having the next step, the knowledge he’d be my husband, settled the worry that had refused to be at peace since I’d admitted that Pearce was so much more than my best friend.

Foolish or not, I wasn’t even concerned about telling Lottie. I trusted that I knew my daughter well enough that while she may initially be surprised by this development, she’d be happy for me. For us.

“You’re grinning.”

Pearce’s sleep-heavy voice licked against my skin. I angled to see him as he moved his head off my chest and reached for me, seeking out my mouth.

I kissed him, slow and sweet, barely able to keep the same grin he’d pointed out off my face.

“I’m happy,” I said easily, so matter-of-factly that there wasn’t a hint of embarrassment in me for saying something so honest aloud.

“Thank fuck. I was worried about opening my eyes in case I dreamed it.”

When he sighed, I realized he spoke the truth. There wasn’t a hint of teasing in his breath. I shuffled down so we lay on our sides, face-to-face, and stroked his messy hair from his forehead. He practically preened at my touch, edging in even closer.

“No dream.”

Opening his eyes, he studied my face, his emotions front and center for me to absorb. “How do you want to tell Lottie?”

“Over breakfast.”

“And about you being my fiancé?” Pink flushed his cheeks as he followed up with a chuckle. “Fuck, that sounds weird, but so fucking amazing.”

I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. “We tell her everything.” His brows shot high, amusement glinting in his eyes. “The PG stuff that she needs to know.”

“And then we need to figure everything out.”

My heart beat a fast tattoo in my chest at his word. “Damn…”

“What?”

“Being engaged makes you all assertive and a certifiable grown-up.” I bounced my brows. “It’s hot.”

In response, he licked my face. “Yep, totally grown up.”

“Ew.” I shoved at him, laughing loudly. “I take it back.”

The wind was knocked out of me before I could bat an eye. He had me pinned, hips and arms trapping me.

“Takethatback.” He narrowed his eyes at me, though he couldn’t disguise the humor filling them.

“No chance I’m taking back my yes, but the official grown-up status is on hold.”

“Fair enough.” A sweet kiss followed, one that thickened my cock. “Mmmm.” He rocked against me. “Morning frottage sounds like an awesome way to wake up.”

I squeezed his ass cheeks, only to pause when I heard movement down the hallway. “We’re going to have to put a pin in that amazing idea.”

His gaze softened, a nervous smile tugging at his lips as he peered down at me. “She won’t freak out, right?”