Page 55 of The Mr. Right Checklist

I pull my foot out from beneath the covers, showing him my toes. “See how mine are angled in height, with the big toe being the longest? You have to admit my toes make much more sense.”

“Mine make perfect sense.”

“Oh, please. Look how cute my toes are.” I wiggle them.

“Are you toe-shaming me? Because for a girl who claims to have love for all kinds of things, you don’t seem to have any love for long second toes.”

I lower my foot, feigning a pout. “Now you’re just making me feel bad.”

“I’m making you feel bad? I’m not the one with the neat feet requirement.”

“I told you to forget what’s on my checklist, didn’t I?”

“I only wish I could.”

“Not that it matters since you’re you, but with the exception of those two shameful toes, you do have neat feet.”

“Don’t try to backpedal,” he teases.

“I’m not. They’re clean, your nails are clipped, and the tops aren’t all hairy, which is good.”

“You’re totally backpedaling.” He moves over me, pinning my hands beside my head. “Now you’re in trouble.” He kisses my neck.

Molly shoves her big head between us, trying to lick my cheek. I close my eyes and mouth, turning away, trying not to laugh.

“All right, you big cockblocker. Off.” He points to the floor, and Molly leaps off the bed.

He takes a quick visual sweep of the floor, but we were careful to ensure nothing was left out last night. When he gazes down at me, his eyes smolder. “That’s better.” His voice is liquid heat, and my body floods with awareness. He presses his lips to mine, light as a feather, and trails kisses to my ear, whispering, “I finally have you all to myself,” sending rivers of heat slithering through my core. He nips at my earlobe, and I inhale sharply. Before I catch my breath, he seals his mouth over my neck, sucking, licking, and nipping, until my entire body is on fire, and I’m a writhing, moaning, needy mess of desire.

“You’re driving me crazy. Kiss me—”

He crushes his mouth to mine, rough and urgent, grinding his hard length against my panties, and I know they’re going to melt off. I’m right there with him, clutching his arms, his back, his incredibly firm butt. I spread my legs wider, wanting so much more. He makes a guttural, lustful noise. “I’m obsessed with your mouth,” he growls, and as our mouths fuse together, I think I’m worse off than he is. I can’t get enough of any part of him. He slows us down, grinding against that sensitive bundle of nerves, kissing me deep and sensually. I feel like I’m going to come, but I know that’s impossible. I chase the sensations, rocking against him, kissing him harder, until I can’t stand it anymore, and I tear my mouth away, begging with everything I have, “I need you inside me.”

He moves faster than lightning, stripping off our clothes and sheathing his length, and enters into me in one hard thrust. I cry out a loud, indiscernible sound, and Molly barks, but Fletch doesn’t miss a beat. He captures my moans and gasps as we pound out a frantic rhythm. I’m swept up in him. In his demanding kisses, his strong hands gripping, clutching, lifting, angling, and his talented cock stroking over that magical spot inside me that has my toes curling under and my insides drawing up tight. When he pushes his hand between us, working my clit to perfection, the rest of the world falls away and I detonate, surrendering to erotic bursts and explosions that rival the Fourth of July as Fletch gives in to his own powerful release, gritting out “Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine—” like a mantra. And then I’m floating through a gust of erotic sensations, my body prickling and shuddering as I come down from the clouds, and he groans through the last of his release, collapsing over me.

He gathers me in his arms, lavishing me with kisses, and my heart soaks up every one of them as he murmurs against my cheeks and lips, “God, sunshine . . . so good . . .”

I don’t want to let go. Don’t want to miss a second of this feeling, but my arms are so tired from clinging to him so tightly, they flop to my sides like wet noodles, and I pant out, “You’re ruining me.”

“For . . . ?”

“I don’t know.” The truth brings a heaviness to my chest. “Whoever comes after you.”

His brows knit, and an incredulous chuckle falls from his lips as he dips his head beside mine and sinks his teeth into my neck.

I gasp. “Hey. What was that for?”

He looks at me with a cross between a serious and amused expression. “What’d I tell you about bringing other guys into bed with us?”

His words ease the weight of the truth, drawing a smile. “I meant it as a compliment.”

“I can see I’m going to need to keep your mouth much busier.”

FLETCH

To say we got a late start would be an understatement. We didn’t end up leaving Harmony Pointe until after eleven. Destiny had to go home to get ready and to feed and give attention to Clementine, since she worried her cat had missed her last night. While she was there, she insisted on packing a picnic lunch, snacks for us and Molly, blankets, towels, and who knows what else she has in her bag. For a woman who was flying by the seat of her pants in business, she has outing organization down pat.

Although, I have to admit, she’s done an impressive one-eighty with her business. She spent the hour’s drive to the lake making a list of all the places she wanted to call to price out the event for Arjun and mapping out her week, which included a follow-up call with the potential client she picked up last week. She is definitely more focused and determined to do it right.