“My own Holly.” A chuckle emanated from his chest. “George Peppard had Audrey, and I have you.” It was sappy and cheesy but he didn’t care much. She had given that to him in the year they had been together. A gruff, lonely curse breaker turned into a sappy, loving boyfriend. The first time he saw her seemed like another life. His harsh answers as this young witch brought a screwed invention to him to dispel. If he could envision this life then, he never would’ve berated her. Sent her out in a huff. He would have walked her through the steps of the dispelling. None of that mattered now. He didn’t regret it. Somehow, he had made it work. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe it.
They lived together, worked next to each other every night and now lying underneath him, she was wholly his. She had come into his life and now he did not want her to leave. He wanted her for the rest of their lives, if she would have him.
He pulled at her babydoll lingerie and lifted it over her head. “I have an idea.” Seeing her bare before him. He smiled. “But I need an answer first.” He let the tips of his fingers tease her hardening nipples. “I want you to do everything I say. Can you do that for me?” He pinched gently.