Unmaking Marchant, Page 21

  “Will you be my date to the wedding?”

  He pulls me down onto the mattress with him. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and whispers, in a husky voice that sends chills racing over my skin: “If you’ll have me, Suri Dalton.”

  “I will have you.” I grin wickedly. “If I lie still so I don’t hurt my chest, can I have you right now?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  I’m so busy pulling him down over me, I don’t notice the shadow outside the window.

  For more of Suri and Marchant’s story, look for Something Blue, a Love Inc. novella, coming soon.