Free Making Love (Destiny Book 1) by Catherine Winchester

to enjoy our reunion. Maybe straddling your boyfriend in the back seat of a car isn’t exactly classy behaviour but the privacy screen was up and I was wearing jeans, so it was hardly indecent. I kind of wished I’d worn a skirt now though.
    The car started and stopped a few times at lights and the like, so neither of us noticed immediately when the driver parked. In fact once he had got my cases out and opened the door, he had to cough to get our attention. Shamefaced, I crawled off Will’s lap and exited the car with as much dignity as I had left, which was virtually nothing. I could see the driver trying his hardest not to smile but he cracked when Will grinned at him.
    “Thank you, George.”
    “My pleasure, Mr Braxton.”
    We had been dropped off at a house near the beach, but I already knew roughly what to expect from the pictures Will had texted me. My bags were sitting on the porch and Will helped me carry them into the front hall.
    “So, what do you want to do?” Will asked. “Unpack first or are you hungry?”
    “Unpacking can wait,” I assured him, knowing that my second wind wasn’t likely to last for long. “Feed me, fuck me, then put me to bed, in that order.” I teased.
    “Does it have to be in that order?” he asked, slipping his hands around my waist and pulling me against him.
    “We could combine the two!” I raved. “I can eat salad off you and lick the dressing up!”
    He gave me a disbelieving look and I could almost see him wondering if I was serious but not wanting to offend me by asking.
    “I’m sorry, my sense of humour gets very weird when I’m overly tired. Or ill. I seem to lose the filter on my thoughts and just say the first thing that comes into my head. And I think maybe my brain misfired because I don’t usually even think this stuff. Oh, and I ramble, as you might already be realising.”
    He had an adorable smile on his lips, as if he couldn’t tell if I was cute or crazy but either way, he was greatly enjoying himself at my expense.
    “I’ll shut up now.”
    “Don’t,” he kissed me softly. “I think I like tired Elle even more than drunk Elle. She’s cute but tired Elle is funny too.”
    “Drunk me is fun!” I wasn’t quite with it enough to realise he was pulling my leg.
    “She is,” he agreed. “We’re going to have to order in I’m afraid, I only got off work in time to come and get you, so I haven’t had a chance to do any shopping. What are you in the mood for?”
    “Chinese. Or Italian. Pizza and garlic bread. Ooh, or Indian, I love Indian. But they do fantastic burgers over here, I haven’t had a proper burger since the last time I was in the states. Or maybe we should just keep it simple and have sandwiches.”
    “Does tired you also have trouble making decisions?”
    “Um, maybe. Why?”
    “No reason, darling.” He stole a final kiss and released me. “How about you run a nice relaxing bath and trust me to order something you’ll like.”
    Wow, that really did sound tempting. It’s not that I was dirty but after a day travelling, I felt like I was.
    “What if I fall asleep in the tub?”
    “I’ll tip cold water on your head and wake you.”
    I gasped. “Ooh, you are a mean boy! You are a very very… mean boy!” Go easy on me, I had been awake for 22 hours at this point.
    He just grinned at my pathetic insults. “Top of the stairs, second door on the right. As soon as I’ve ordered, I’ll bring you up a glass of wine.”
    “You are so sweet.”
    He laughed. “Go on up, I’ll bring your bags up.”
    The idea of a bath was too tempting to resist any longer so I went willingly. My stuff was in my bags so I used his shower gel and shampoo, and it felt amazing to be so surrounded by his scents again. I was enjoying myself just a little too much however, so rather than fall asleep, I kept it short and by the time Will brought me the wine, I was just towelling off.
    “Done so quickly?”
    “If I’d stayed in there any longer, I