Page 46 of Fools in Love

He thought about it and nodded. “Other than feeling like I just ran a marathon, all the other symptoms are gone.”

“Good. That means you have your appetite back.” She stood up and walked into his kitchen. He followed her, a little more slowly. She had set the table and, as he watched, she lit the candles he’d put on it for decoration.

“This looks amazing,” he said, sitting down.

“We’re celebrating. The studio is ready. I should be opening my doors by the end of the week. Maybe Monday morning.”

“Then you decided on a name?” he asked as he pulled open containers from the Golden Oar.

She frowned at him. “No, not yet. I haven’t decided on it. I’m stuck between In Motion or Pure Motion.”

“How about just… The Dance Studio?” he asked. “Simple. Easy.”

She tilted her head as she dished him up some lasagna. “I like that too. Now I have three names to pick from.”

He chuckled. “I guess you don’t need a name to open your doors.”

“My mother registered the business under my name. Lacey says I can add a DBA to it when I decide.” She sat down, and he noticed she was eating a salad instead of the lasagna.

Still, while they ate, she reached over and took several bites of his food, and after dinner they shared a slice of apple pie while they watched television.

“I’m thinking of getting a dog or two,” she surprised him by saying once they were done eating.

“Or two?” he asked with a chuckle.

“There’s a brother and sister combo that Carrie has. They’re puppies still and won’t be ready to adopt for another couple weeks.”

“Okay,” he said, shifting until she rested her head against his shoulder. “I like dogs,” he assured her.

“Why don’t you have one already?”

He frowned, remembering the last animal he’d brought home, what his dad had done to it. How he had to bury what was left of it in the yard. He supposed that he hadn’t gotten another dog because of that memory.

As an answer to her, he just shrugged and pulled her closer. “Are you going to get both of them?”

“I’d hate to break them up. They’re so cute when they play together.” She sighed and rested back against his chest.

He ran his fingers through her hair and relaxed back. He was tired again but figured that by morning he would feel well enough to head into work. If he could convince her to spend the night in his bed.

“Then get both of them. I have a fenced yard on the side of the house that they can play in when you come over.”

She glanced up at him. Her smile warmed him. Then she moved quickly until she was straddling his hips, which placed her breasts pretty much in his face. He smiled and held her close by putting his hands on her hips.

“So,” she practically purred next to his ear, “you seem like you’re feeling much better.”

“I am,” he agreed as she started to move slowly over him. She had on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. His hands itched to feel her skin against his. He wanted to taste her, to feel her wrapped around him.

“Tom,” she said, moving over him, rubbing herself against his jeans, causing his dick to grow even harder.

“Hm?” His eyes moved to her lips, and he watched as she slowly licked them. He had to hold in a groan, just thinking of how wonderful she was going to feel.

“Are you going to take me to bed?” she asked just before she trailed her lips against his neck.

In one swift move, he lifted her into his arms and carried her back into his bedroom. He was sightly breathless by the time he laid her on the bed. Then she reached for him, and he would have run a hundred miles to get to her. At that moment, she was his entire world.

As he slid into her, the words he’d never said to a woman slipped from his lips. Thankfully, Kate smiled up at him and whispered them back to him. After that, he lost track of time and place as he spent the rest of the night pleasing her.

The following day, he walked into the station to applause, the same cheer that everyone else got when they returned from sick leave.