“Nah.” As BB trotted by them to go back inside, she tapped his cheek. “You just have to give me enough of them to counter all the baked goods you keep bringing home.”
His eyes crinkled again. “We’ll consider it one of the unspoken vows.”
Cayla’s heart gave a lurch. She’d made vows to this man. All the love, honor, and cherish ones. She hadn’t given a lot of consideration to them at the time, all her focus being on the end goal of protecting Maddie. But they scrolled through her mind again now because she found she meant them. She wanted this marriage and everything that went with it. And as she stood with him under the spring stars, it felt entirely possible that he just might, too.
Back in the kitchen, BB waited patiently for a dog biscuit. Cayla dug one out of the jar. “Good girl.” The dog nipped it neatly out of her hand, then took herself back off to bed.
“Well, I guess she’s still tired. Or maybe she doesn’t want a front-row seat to the rest of our shenanigans.”
“Shenanigans, huh?” Holt grinned and grabbed them both another lemon bar.
“Shenanigans. Debauchery. Sexcapades.” She shrugged. “Pick one.”
“Oh, I definitely like sexcapades.”
Nibbling on the half a lemon bar he passed her, she mused, “I wonder how many fantasies we can squeeze into the next thirty-six hours.”
“I’d say that depends on what those fantasies are. Throw some out there.” He shoved the rest of the lemon bar in his mouth.
“Wall sex.” She blurted it out before thinking better of it. “I don’t know if the mechanics are practical or—”
Holt smirked again. “So, the thing about being an amputee is that it’s in my best interest to keep in peak physical condition. It helps with all sorts of things.” He stalked closer, skimming his hands down her back to grip her thighs. “Strength.” He lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist, where she could feel that he was more than ready for round two. “Balance.” He carried her effortlessly into the living room, toward the nearest empty wall. “Endurance.”
She gasped as he trapped her between the wall and the hard, muscled length of his body. “I am a fan of all of these things.”
“Then grab the condom in my pocket and let’s start the count at one.”
Delighted, aroused, Cayla could only think that no matter how many they got through, in the end her ultimate fantasy was him.