Page 36 of Forbidden Cowboy
The entire weekend has been perfect.
We’ve had no worries of family members stumbling upon us. No sneaking back to our side of the fence afterward. No stopping on opposite sides of the road and knowing meeting in the center would cause uproar.
Levi wraps his arms around me. “It’s our last night.”
“I wish it wasn’t.”
“Then let’s make the most of it.” He nuzzles my neck with a barrage of soft kisses. He draws me close. Our thighs brush. My breasts press against his torso. “Move in with me.”
“In your ranch hand cabin?”
“I don’t care where. The cabin. Your lodge. The Quilt House B&B until we buy our own place.”
“You would stay at the Quilt House? With the twins? Stealing patches off our outfits and dipping our hands in paint to finish quilting our love blanket the entire time?”
“For you, I’d live there a lifetime.”
I shake my head with a laugh. “I wouldn’t survive a lifetime.”
He captures my mouth with a kiss, bringing a rush of emotions. “Should we call it a night?”
I nod, knowing our evening is only beginning.
Rivers of desire flood me as he leads me to our cabin. He guides me to the bedroom. The room is lit with mason jars filled with lightning bugs.
“This is beautiful. When did you sneak these in?”
“I have my ways.” His warm palms take my face in a way that makes my knees weak and my heart sing a country tune.
“I could get used to these sweet surprises.”
“In case you didn’t hear, I am quite the romantic.” His lips are soft and firm on mine. Sweet and hot. “Wait here.”
He leaves me, legs trembling, in the middle of the bedroom. Music floats from the old-school radio on the dresser. Levi sweeps me into his arms and begins slow dancing.
“I had other thoughts in mind.” I rest my head against his chest. I can feel his arousal pressed against me as we sway.
“Darlin’, we’re getting there. Don’t you worry.”
“I’m not worried.” I love being in his strong protective arms, swaying to the music in perfect sync. “I’m worried about going home.” I tried to leave the issues back home from spoiling our weekend. I hadn’t planned on brining them up now, but they’re lingering in the back of my head. Always there. Always threatening to destroy me and Levi.
His finger hooks my chin and lifts my gaze to meet his. “We’ll talk, I promise. We will devise one helluva plan that our families won’t be able to resist.”
My lips curve upward. “Will we now?”
“It’s going to blow them away.”
“If it’s anything like this romantic side of you, I’m sure it will.”
“Then we can get married.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Build our dream home.” A kiss lands on my cheek. “Start a family. I envision six youngins running about.”
“Six?” I lean back. “Whoa cowboy, hold up.”
He’s wearing that adorable cocky smirk. “I’m not fussy. Five’s fine.”
“Three. Tops.”
“As many as you want.” His mouth covers mine in a ravenous kiss that has me clinging to the front of his shirt.