I was getting that.
He looked away and started to slam through the drawers again and I stood up on the bed and shouted, “Liam Nightingale, listen to me!”
He turned and looked at my middle, not expecting me to be standing, then his eyes traveled up.
“You don’t want me to use myself as bait, I won’t,” I yelled.
“How do I trust that?” he yelled back.
Now I knew how the little boy who cried wolf felt.
“I promise,” I shouted.
“How do I trust that?” he shouted.
“You just do!” I was back to yelling.
“Do you love me?” He followed suit with the yelling.
“Yes! Of course I love you, you big dope! I’ve loved you since I was five!” I decided to shake it up and this time I screamed.
He took one stride to the bed and leaned a shoulder into my thighs in a body tackle. My upper body fell over his back, lifting my feet from the bed. He pulled my legs around his side and tossed me back on the bed. He grabbed my ankle, yanked me across the bed and then, whoosh, away went the panties I’d just put on. He came down on top of me, his mouth finding mine, his hand between us, working the buttons at his fly.
When he stopped kissing me, his hand had moved and was working between my legs.
“You’re wrong. It isn’t me turnin’ myself inside out, it’s you. You drive me nuts,” he told me.
“Thanks.” It should have been snappy but it was breathy because, I think I may have mentioned earlier, Lee was good with his hands.
“Don’t go after Coxy,” he ordered then kissed me again.
“Okay,” I said, after he finished kissing me.
He reached and grabbed a condom, tearing it open with his teeth because his other hand was busy.
“Lee…”
He was multi-tasking, so he muttered, “Yeah?”
“I won’t leave you, even if you act like an ass**le.”
His head came up and he looked at me, and his eyes, which, until that moment still held a bit of ticked off, went melty-chocolate.
“Christ, Indy.”
I kissed him while I reached between us and guided him inside me. He started moving immediately.
In his ear, really quietly, I whispered, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right where I’ve always wanted to be.”
His mouth moved to mine and he said, “It’s about f**king time.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Splat
Ally, Willie and I were sitting outside Liks Ice Cream Parlour. It was approximately three hundred degrees in the shade but we were still sitting out on the patio because what else do you do when you’re at Liks? Even in December, you at least considered the patio when you went to Liks.
After Lee and my love-in, Willie had come over because he’d pulled Indy Watch for the day.