He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You feeling a little possessive, sweetheart?” I nipped his neck. “Maybe.” “Good.” And then he captured my lips in a kiss, his tongue pressing against mine. His lips were so soft in contrast to the slightly scratchy texture of his beard. I wanted to feel him all over my skin. The sound of a throat clearing made us break apart. “I was sent to stop you from fucking in the kitchen,” Lucy said.
