Her eyes searched my face. “Emma said I was pregnant. Did I ever tell you how incredibly accurate that woman is with that kind of stuff?”
I chuckled and leaned my forehead against hers. “You’re on the pill, Taylor. Everything is fine as long as you kept taking them last week.”
She nodded slightly. “I did.”
“Then don’t worry. Come on . . . let’s go home. Colt said they left Bella in her crate at the house. I’m dying to see her and smell her puppy breath.”
“Sounds good,” she replied weakly as I wrapped my arm around her and led her to the truck.
Peeking over my shoulder, I softly said, “Hurry . . . I think I hear Garrett!”
Taylor
June
“What do you think?” Jase asked as I gazed at our house.
Bella ran around me barking. All she was interested in was playing fetch. “I think it’s amazing and I cannot believe it will be done in three weeks.”
Jase picked up the tennis ball and absentmindedly threw it. Bella took off running after it . . . buying us a few moments of peace.
He reached for my hand and led me toward the house. “The only thing really left to do is some inside stuff.”
“I guess I need to give Gunner some paint color choices.”
“Yep.”
Letting out a frustrated moan, I dropped my head and closed my eyes. “That reminds me. I have to go with my mom next Tuesday for the final fitting of my dress.”
“Fun times.”
“No. Not really. If you thought wedding dress shopping with her was hell . . . try doing the fitting. She keeps telling the seamstress how to do her job.”
He chuckled and reached down to pick me up. Bella got super excited and jumped as Jase carried me inside. He did it every single time we walked into the house.
Trying to hide my smile, I said, “You know. You can’t always carry me in like this.”
With a stunned expression he replied, “Why can’t I?”
I hit his chest playfully. “Are you going to put me down?”
“If I must.”
He slowly let me down as my body slid against his. “I used to ask myself if I was dreaming during moments like this.”
His eyes searched mine while my heart raced with the intensity of his stare. “Not anymore?”
With a tilt of my head, I smiled. It felt as if heat radiated through my body as it warmed and tingled. “No. I’ve come to learn that you make me so incredibly happy that all I needed to do was get used to the feeling of being so loved.”
“I do love you, Taylor. More than you could ever imagine.”
Reaching up on my tippy toes, I softly kissed his lips. “The same goes for me. My love for you grows more and more each day.”
With one more kiss, we made our way around the house. Making notes of what still needed to be done and picking out colors. Soon we would be moving into the house as Mr. and Mrs. Jase Morris. The thought alone had my heart skipping with joy.
“Damn, baby. There is a lot happening in the next few weeks. The house finishing up . . . the wedding.”
My teeth sunk into my lip and I raised my eyebrows. “The honeymoon.”
“The honeymoon. What excites you the most about that?”
Lifting my eyes in thought, I replied, “Let’s see. Being back in Paris, where it all started. Staying in our hotel room for as long as we want. Romantic walks through the city. What about you?”
His crooked smile had my stomach fluttering. “I’m going to be all yours for one whole week.”
“Mmm . . . that will be nice. What else?”
His finger came up to my face while he traced my jawline. “My fingertips tracing the goose bumps that always pop out when we first get undressed and I touch you.”
Swallowing hard, my pulse began to pick up. “That’s true . . . your touch excites me.”
With a raise of his eyebrow, he nodded. “I hope it always will.”
“Keep going,” I said breathlessly.
“Close your eyes.”
I did as he asked and gripped onto his shirt.
“Picture a room filled with candles burning.”
“O-okay.”
“I’m going to relearn every curve of your body. Move my lips across your soft skin until you beg me to make love to you. But I won’t just yet.”
My lips parted open. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to take for granted that the most beautiful woman in the world is lying next to me in bed and she is mine. Forever and always mine. So, I’ll go slow with every touch and kiss. I’m whisper against your lips how much I love you and want you. I want to love you, Taylor, like it’s our last time together.”
The ground felt as if it was moving as my knees grew weak and my lower stomach pulled with desire. “Jase,” I whispered.
When his lips pressed against mine, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with as much passion as I could. Things were quickly heating up. His hand moved up my shirt. Moaning into his mouth, I moved my hand over his hard hard-on and squeezed it.
“Jesus H. Christ. That is the last thing I want to see. Ugh. Noah, help me back outside ‘cause I think I’m about to puke!”