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“Say it again,” he growled.
“What?”
“Say it again.”
I inhaled shakily. “I like knowing you’re mine.”
Jax strode across the bathroom, gripping the sides of my face and stealing a hot, hard kiss that yanked a whimper from my lungs.
His skin was damp and fragrant, and the slick slide of his tongue against mine made me writhe in place.
“Five minutes,” he growled. “We have five minutes.”
His hands shoved at the hem of my dress, tugging at my panties while I laughed against his mouth.
“Better get to work then,” I whispered against his mouth, then hopped up on the counter and split my thighs apart, tearing at the towel around his waist, and he swallowed the sound of my groan with his mouth as the bathroom echoed with the sound ofone more time, simply because we could.
“Poppy, you have a delivery I need you to sign for, please.”
The squawking voice from the phone on my desk yanked me from the list of vendor options that had my eyes crossing, and I had to blink a few times to get my head clear. “Can you sign for it? I’m right in the middle of something.”
My day had flown in a blur of meetings and paperwork, and throughout the entire thing, I’d managed not to go into the middle of the warehouse and shout over the PA system—Jax Cartwright told me he loves me, and we hadepic sex all over my house.
If adult merit badges were being handed out, I wanted one for that too.
Restraint was difficult when you finally got what you’d wanted your whole life.
“No, I think you should,” she answered.
I blew out a breath and stood from my chair with a wince. No one, and I mean no one was prepared for the quad workout of a sex-a-thon. Three times in the span of twelve hours made it feel like I’d done a thousand squats.
No Poppy on top if that man was coming over after work. My thighs simply would not hear of it.
I skipped down the steps that exited into the main lobby of the Wilder and Co. distribution center—the new name and logo on the wood slat wall that Cameron installed a couple of weeks earlier to showcase the new umbrella company over Wilder Homes and Wilder House. Knowing Ivy, she’d add a couple more companies to it by the time we hit Christmas. I wasn’t entirely sure when she slept, if I was being honest.
As I turned the corner, I stopped short.
Standing by the curved desk was Jax, his hands tucked into the pockets of his work jeans, his Wilder Homes T-shirt molded to his broad chest and a pleased, smug little grin on his face. On the desk was a huge, wildly colorful bouquet of wildflowers—the explosion of colors so bright and beautiful, and I couldn’t help but exhale a quiet laugh. They were wrapped tight with a burlap ribbon and set inside a chunky square vase.
“A delivery,” I said quietly.
His eyes never left mine. “Henry told me I should bring you flowers. The good ones. Not something perfect and curated and untouchable.” He took a step closer, and nervously, I eyed the side of the lobby, where Kate and two of the warehouse workers were watching us with wide-eyed excitement. “Something wild,” he said. “Something unpredictable.”
My heart softened into a pile of goo. He’d told me about Henry while we talked in the middle of the night, about his visit, and knowing I might not ever meet the man who remembered Jax, I fought the urge to wrap my arms around him.
“That so?” I asked, touching my finger to a bright orange bloom right at the top of the bouquet.
He nodded.
I tilted my head toward where the women stood, watching us through the glass windows that separated the lobby from the warehouse. “They’re gonna talk, you know.”
Jax pulled in a deep breath. “That’s why I’m here. I think we should go to Cameron’s house after this. I want to tell him. Right away. No hiding it, no pretending.” Another step and the space between us all but disappeared. “I want to look your family in the eye and tell them I’m in love with you.”
My smile started somewhere in the vicinity of my throbbing heart. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He grinned, the sight so boyish and unexpected that I almost threw myself at him right then and there. “Plus, Dipshit told me my aural energy had intertwined with someone else’s, and all I could think about was whether there’s a sex color that he could see, and I don’t really want to hear him talk about it.”
Tipping my head back, I laughed loudly. Jax reached forward and tangled my fingers with his. “Will you come with me, angel?” His eye contact was piercing, the want buried in those dark depths so tangible, I felt like I’d be able to hold it in my hand. “I want them to know.”
