Room for Just a Little Bit More(8)

By: Beth Ehemann

My mouth fell open as he held his hand up. “Don’t freak. Just hear me out. I know it’s a crappy rundown barn, but I was thinking how cool it might look if we hung thousands of little white lights or even candles everywhere, though we don’t want to burn it down, but you get what I’m saying,” he rambled, barely taking a breath. “I can hire a company to come in and clean it up. We’ll rent some tables and chairs and whatever other crap you need for a wedding. Anything you want, Kacie. The sky’s the limit. I just want you to be—”

I put my hand over his mouth to stop the adorable, incoherent sentences that were tumbling out of his mouth.

When he stopped talking against my hand, I lowered it and scooted forward, cupping his face in my hands. I looked him straight in the eye. “Brody, I think that’s the best idea I have ever heard.”

“Really?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Yes, really. I don’t want our celebration at some stuffy banquet hall where two thousand other people have gotten married. I want ours to be special, and I can’t think of a more special place than your parents’ barn.”

A devilish grin spread across his face. “We do have history in that barn, don’t we?”

“Correction.” I moved closer to him and gently brushed my nose against his. “We almost had history in that barn. The girls came in and interrupted us, remember?”

I gently kissed the corner of his mouth and flicked his lips with my tongue. “How could I forget? I still don’t think my balls have recovered.”

“Oh, please.” I ran my teeth gently along his jawline and kissed just under his ear. “We’ve had sex like five hundred times since then.”

His hand clutched my thigh and squeezed gently as he started breathing heavier. “If you keep kissing me like this and then go to sleep, I’m gonna have navy blue balls all over again.”

“I’m not tired anymore.”

“You aren’t?” Pleasant surprise filled his voice.

“Nope.” I moved my tongue to the other side of his neck while my fingers ran up his thigh, under his shorts. “You said the magic word.”

“What did I say? Wait. I said barn.” His hearty laugh vibrated under my lips.

“You said barn,” I reiterated. “And you know what that does to me.”

“I do, but I didn’t know it could take you from 0 to 100 that fast. I’ll have to remember that for the next fifty years. Screw that, I’m getting it tattooed on me somewhere.”

“Stop talking,” I ordered, pulling away just enough to look him in the eye, “and kiss me.”

The words were barely out of my mouth before Brody’s strong hands encompassed my face, gently pulling my lips to his. The second we connected, all the tiny stresses of the last couple days washed away. He held a secret power that I didn’t know existed until we got together. Contact with Brody actually altered the way I felt physically. If I was sick, he would hold my hand and I’d feel better. If I was angry, he would hug me and make it all disappear. And in moments like this, when I was hot for him, his smallest touch set me on fire.

After four swipes of his tongue, I was straddling him on my couch, grinding my hips into him as hard as I could.

“Whoa.” He laughed. “Slow down there, killer, or we’re both gonna need Neosporin tomorrow.”

“It’d be worth it.” I continued kissing him.

“For you, it’s worth a little chafing, but I’d rather be skin to skin, and I’m thinking the couch in the family room isn’t the ideal location. Wanna move this down the hall?”

He was right.

Mom had a full house of guests, and I didn’t think any of them wanted to see the innkeeper’s daughter dry humping her fiancé on the common area sofa, even if that fiancé was a smokin’ hot hockey superstar. Okay, maybe they would want to see it, then, but I wanted to keep our life together as private as possible. I could just imagine Brody getting a call from Andy in the morning freaking out that some weirdo had videoed us on the couch and our sex tape was all over the Internet. Kim Kardashian could keep that disgusting throne; I had no interest in it.