Spin My Love (My Love #1)(38)

“Let me have a quick shower first,” I reply, rushing to the bathroom. I take a two-minute shower, not bothering to wash my hair, and then get dressed in my leopard-print pyjama set. When I return to the kitchen, the table is set and my plate served. I sit down and smile at the two of them.

“Thank you,” I say, laughing at a grinning Parker who has pasta sauce all over this face.

“He was too hungry to wait for you,” Tane says, sounding a little apologetic.

“That’s okay,” I reply. “You didn’t have to wait either, you know.” This wasn’t some fancy dinner.

“I wanted to,” he says, only now picking up his own fork.

“What did the two of you get up to today?” I ask after I swallow my first bite.

“Picked him up from kindy and then we went bowling,” Tane replies.

I look to Parker. “Did you have fun?”

He nods his head enthusiastically. “Yes! I beat Daddy.”

I look up into Tane’s amused green eyes. “How did that happen?”

Tane grins wolfishly. “The better man won.”

I squeeze Tane’s thigh under the table, knowing he let Parker win—which I can’t help but find endearing.

Tane flashes me a heated look, so I retract my hand because now isn’t the time or place.

“Mum will you come with us next time? I want to beat you too,” Parker says, shovelling another mouth of food.

Tane laughs at his comment while I bite the inside of my cheek. “Sure, I’ll come next time.”

Tane cleans up as I put Parker to bed, grateful to be able to spend this little bit of time with him. I read him a book, and he’s asleep before I’m able to finish.

Tane is sitting on the couch when I leave Parker’s room, humming a song, but stands up when I enter.

“What song were you humming?” I ask him. I swear it sounded like “Let it go” from Frozen.

“Nothing,” he replies a little too quickly, a blush creeping on his cheeks.

I hide my smile. I guess Parker roped him into watching it. The kid is obsessed.

“Are you staying the night?” I ask him, fiddling with the hem of my top.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Do you want me to?”

Do I want him to? I know if he stays tonight, we will be doing more than sleeping. The sexual energy is all but crackling between us.

I clear my throat. “I would like it. If you wanted to, of course—”

“Of course I want to,” he cuts in. He closes the distance between us. “Just to be clear …”

“Yeah?” I ask breathlessly as his finger gently traces down my cheek.

“Are we just sleeping tonight?” he asks in a husky tone.

I want more tonight.

I’m ready.

As soon as I shake my head no, his lips come down on mine. His hand finds the nape of my neck, holding me in place as his tongue begs entrance to my mouth. He moans as I push my body against his, his other hand finding my hip. Walking me backwards until we hit my bedroom door, he lifts me up so my legs are wrapped around him.

“Are you sure?” he asks as he lays me back on my bed.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I reply, distracted as I try to unbutton his pants. He catches my hand in his and waits until he has my full attention.

“I want you to be sure, Giselle. If you will regret this …”

I look into his eyes, letting him know how serious I am. “I won’t regret this. I want this so bad.”

“How bad?” he asks in a deep rumble.

“Why don’t you have a look for yourself?” I reply sultrily.

He instantly slides down my silk shorts, a choked sound leaving his throat when he sees I’m not wearing any panties. He kisses my stomach, right above my belly button, then slides my top up. I raise my arms so he can get it over my head, leaving me completely bare before him. I try to see myself as he would be right now: breasts a little more than a handful, tattoos covering my arms and scripture on my ribs. Pale skin, a small waist that flares into wider hips and strong thighs, thanks to kickboxing.

“Beautiful,” he breathes out, eyes roving over every inch of me. My face flushes at his perusal, but I hold my ground and don’t attempt to cover myself up, even though the lamp is on in the room, and he can clearly see everything.

“Your turn,” I whisper.

He pauses for a second, as if he doesn’t want to take his eyes off me, but then starts to lift his t-shirt off. I take in every rippled muscle. The valley between his pecs begs to be licked, and I plan to oblige. I could never get sick of this view. I like it—a lot.

“And the pants,” I manage to get out, still staring at his six-pack of spectacular abs.

He undoes his button, and my eyes don’t leave his hands. The sound of the zipper lowering fills the room, then his jeans are pulled down his powerful thighs. He kicks them off, and allows me to stare at him, his lips twitching.

He’s amazing.

He climbs onto the bed on his knees, bracing himself over me. When he lowers himself and kisses me, I close my eyes and just feel.

The kisses soon turn desperate, and his hands start to wander. His mouth lowers and finds my nipples, concentrating on one and then the other. I reach down and hold him with my hand, arching my hips up, silently begging for him to enter me.