“I’m going to need some of that later, but right now…” I brush my lips across hers. “This is all I need.”
“I need you,” she whispers against my lips.
She has no idea how much I’ve longed to hear those words.
I suck in her bottom lip and she moans, the sound making me dizzy. I settle her against the door frame and kiss her like I never stopped two nights ago. This kiss could be hours or merely seconds. Time no longer matters now that it's not separating us anymore.
“Careful, you two, I’ve heard that’s how babies are made.” Grant’s annoying voice ruins the kiss.
London gasps and jumps away from me.
I chuckle. “He’s kidding; making babies is a lot more—”
“Shut up.” London punches my stomach then glances at Grant and Michael. “Sorry, who are you?”
“These are my brothers. They came to help me with something.”
She looks them over. “Is Sean making you guys fix my shop now, too?”
Michael raises a brow, but I just shrug. I don’t need to explain myself to him. We all do different things for love.
“I thought you appreciated my help,” I smirk down at her.
“Most of the time.”
“Well, hopefully, this makes up for the other times.” The guys step to the side, revealing the walnut desk.
“What? Sean?” London looks at me. “What is this?”
“It’s a desk. I believe its primary function is for writing, though I’ve never been too fond of that particular activity.”
“I know what it is, you goof.” She rolls her eyes. “You made it for me?”
I shrug. “I like you.”
Her cheeks turn pink because I’m pretty sure she knows Imore thanlike her. I’m falling for her. Head over heels from the moment I busted into her shop three weeks ago.
“Thank you.” She looks away.
“Should we take it inside now?” Michael hedges. We get it, he has a wife to get home to.
London holds the door for us, and we make quick work of installing it. Then Grant and Michael leave. With a pie each. I’m a little jealous when London only offers me a single slice across the bar.
“I still can’t believe you did that, Sean.”
I take a big bite, chewing and swallowing before answering her. “London, I realized exactly twenty-four days ago, that all I have done in my life is ruin things.”
“What happened twenty-four days ago?”
“I drugged Trent with Benadryl and took him to Vegas.” I wave my hand in front of her worried expression. “Don’t worry, we’re cool now, worked it out in a mud pit.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t understand you Bentleys sometimes.”
“Anyway, I don’t want to be that guy. And ever since I found you again, I feel like I can be more than my mistakes.”
She leans over the bar. “Sean, I hope you know you’re worth so much more than that.”
“Only if you’re by my side.”
