Page 150 of Chalk Outline

I love him so much.

“Truth or dare?” he starts.

“Truth, because I’m so stuffed I can’t move.” I pat my belly to send the message. He shakes his head, an amused smile decorating his face.

“I made you wet from the first day we met.”

I roll onto my side and playfully slap his chest.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, catching my hand and pressing my knuckles to his lips. “But seriously, who can blame you?” he continues to joke.

“You’re impossible.”

“I’m irresistible.”

“True.”

“You see, at least one of us is telling the truth.”

I open my mouth wide as I straddle his lap. “You’re so sassy today, Reeve Hardy,” I tease.

“I’m happy. I can’t stop wiggling my toes like you do when you’re happy. I understand it now for the first time in my life.”

“You’re adorable. Is that why you’re growing hard against me?”

“I’m so happy.” His goofy smile breaks free, hand digging into my hips. “You look stunning, but I fantasized about tearing your dress off the whole dinner.”

“I have a fantasy,” I say softly, my heart rate peaks.

“Do tell.”

“I want you to do a handstand over my body.”

“Uh...” he utters, pointing to the ground. “How else am I supposed to give you what you want, Baby?”

I fucking melt every time he calls meBaby.

I don’t wait a second longer and throw myself onto my back like Titan does when he wants belly rubs. I’m giggling uncontrollably and wiggling my toes while waiting patiently for him.

Reeve removes his jacket and tosses it onto the couch before rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, revealing his veiny forearms that extend to his long fingers.

He quickly places his hands on either side of my head, kicks himself off the floor, and balances like a mighty pole above me.

Feeling giddy, I giggle as a tingling sensation spreads through my body.

He bends his elbows to give me a kiss, and I steal another one and another as he does pushups, upside down.

So fucking impressive.

I would definitely kill for this man. If anyone ever dares to hurt him again, they will face my wrath.

He shifts from one hand to the other with expert ease, side to side, demonstrating the strength he’s built up over the years. With his hands still pressed to the floor, he lowers his legs above my body, keeping them suspended in the air. His corded muscles bulge with immaculate control, and I suppress the urge to sink my teeth into them.

I don’t dare to interrupt him.

He is my private show.

“Are you satisfied?” He looks into my eyes, panting.