Good With His Hands (Good in Bed #1)- Lauren Blakely Page 0,72
time.
I have to wait one more day.
Now is the time, however, to haul her into my arms, and smother her in deep, dirty kisses.
She’s waiting for me at JFK on the other side of security, holding up a big hand-drawn sign.
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Squeeze the day. And squeeze me while you’re at it?
* * *
I crack up, so ready to spend the month of June with this woman, so eager to tackle new adventures that have nothing to do with a list and everything to do with how we want to live our lives. When I cross security, she drops the sign and jumps me. She wraps her arms and legs around me like a koala and holds on tight, and instantly, everything is right in the universe.
I wrap her up in my arms. Kiss her hard. Thank my lucky stars that she’s mine.
Then I set her down and give her a proper kiss. Cupping her jaw, I bring my lips to hers. She melts against me.
When I let go, she smiles as wide as the city. “That kiss is almost justification for you living across the country.”
I smack her ass. “That’s what I was thinking too,” I say, even though that’s not at all true.
But I don’t want to give a single hint about the plan I’ve hatched.
I’d like to have sex with her in the Lyft.
But that’s pretty tacky.
Not to mention gross. And rude.
And I can wait. I like just talking to Ruby as much as all the other stuff.
On the drive to Brooklyn, I ask her to catch me up on everything.
She arches a skeptical brow. “Like everything that happened in the twelve hours since I last spoke with you?”
I roll my eyes. “Woman, it’s not the same. Tell me all the things you don’t tell me over the phone.”
Her forehead creases. “Hate to break it to you, but I’m an open book. I kind of tell you everything.” Then, her eyes sparkle, and she grabs my thigh. “Wait! I do have something to tell you. Gigi met someone last night. Apparently, she had quite the evening with a dashing stranger.”
She proceeds to serve up some details about a Henry Cavill-esque guy who can solve a Rubix Cube in thirty seconds. “In short, he’s perfect for her.”
“That sounds very Gigi,” I say.
“I know, right? I can’t wait to find out when she’s going to see him next. I have a feeling about this one. Like he could be the one for her.” Her nose wrinkles. “Unless it turns out he secretly hates pie or something. Ooh, wouldn’t that be scandalous?”
“Yes, but let’s back it up a sentence or two. Do you believe in that?”
She blinks. “People who hate pie? Yes, they absolutely exist. I know that sounds crazy, but it’s something about the texture of the filling or—”
“No.” I roll my eyes. “The one. You think it’s a real thing?”
It’s her turn to roll her eyes. “You know I do, weirdo. You’re the one.”
I smile. Hard. “Yeah. You’re the one too.”
“Duh,” she says dryly, even as she snuggles closer to my side.
Look at us—a pair of lovebirds.
A lucky pair indeed.
When we reach Brooklyn, we set a world record for speed in removing only enough clothes to slam our bodies together on her kitchen counter. Why bother heading to the bedroom when the counter is the perfect height for me to get close to her.
As I fuck and make love to the woman of my dreams, my certainty for tomorrow’s plan intensifies.
This woman, these nights, these days—it’s all I’ll ever want, and I hope she wants it too.
The next morning, after we devour French toast and savor coffee, I pull her onto my lap in the kitchen, nuzzling her hair. “I have a surprise for you this afternoon.”
“It’s not a Prince Albert, is it? Or is it?”
“No, I’m not getting my penis pierced.”
She sniffs. “Huh. Then I’m stumped.”
Laughing, I drop a kiss to her forehead. “Meet me at two and I’ll un-stump you. I’ll text you the address. I need to go to see Max.”
I slip away to meet my lawyer friend for cinnamon and sugar cortados and to cement my final plans.
She’s on the dot, rapping on the door as the wall clock with cherries for numbers chimes on the hour. I found it for her in the Venice shop, and sent it home with my mom.
I swing open the door, my pulse jittery. Ruby’s eyes are wide and curious.
“What on earth is this?” She peers inside, scanning