She rolled her eyes. “You’re so full of shit.”
His eyes widened and then he grinned. “Feeling feisty tonight, are we?”
“If you’d shut up and take me inside, I’d show you just how feisty,” she murmured in his ear just before she nipped at the lobe.
“Whoa, wait a minute. You aren’t distracting me from my original purpose. I want your promise, Shea.”
“You aren’t getting it, Nathan.”
He glared ferociously at her, but she merely smiled back and slid her hands down to cup him intimately. He was already hard and bulging against his jeans.
“So this is how it’s going to be,” he grumbled. “You distract me with sex anytime you don’t want to do something I’ve asked you.”
“Is it working?”
“Hell yes.”
He abruptly got up from the swing, carrying her with him as he headed toward the door. She reached out to open it and he shouldered his way inside.
He carried her into their bedroom and dropped her on the bed, coming down over her, covering her with his warm, hard body.
She stared up at him, all the love she felt shining in her eyes. It swelled in her chest and overwhelmed her with its power. She loved this man more than anything. He’d gone to the wall for her. He’d known and accepted from the very start that they were destined to be together. Not a day went by that he didn’t make her feel loved and cherished beyond measure.
Life was so very good, all the more sweet for everything they’d endured together.
She lifted her hands to his face and smiled up at him. “Just think. You’ll get a reputation as a pushover.”
He kissed her and then nibbled a path down her neck before pulling back to smile down at her with answering love and adoration. “I think I can live with that.”