McKettricks of Texas: Tate
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“Go,” Tate said.
They raced to the cordless phone on the kitchen counter, and Ava got there first.
“Don’t you dare dial Mom’s number,” Audrey cried, “until I have the phone from Dad and Libby’s bedroom!”
“Thanks for jumping right in there and taking my side,” Tate told Libby, a wry grin tilting his mouth up on one side. But he took her hand, moved the big diamond in her engagement ring back and forth with the pad of his thumb a couple of times, and then kissed her palm, sending fire shooting through her.
“Don’t do that,” Libby whispered.
An impish twinkle lit Tate’s wonderfully blue eyes. Where he’d been kissing, he flicked his tongue.
Libby groaned.
He laughed, tugged her onto his lap. Nibbled at her earring.
“You look hot in that dress,” he murmured.
“Like a princess, I’m told,” Libby said.
“You’ll look even hotter when I get you out of it, of course.”
She blushed. “Tate.”
He slipped a finger under her low neckline, inside her bra, found her nipple. Grinned. “Do we have to wait until New Year’s to get married?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, his gaze fixed on her mouth.
Libby removed his hand, afraid the girls would come back. “Yes,” she said. “We have to wait until New Year’s. Why?”
“Because I want to make a baby with you.”
He kissed her, long and deep.
She forgot they were in the kitchen.
“You’ll want to get it right, naturally,” she whispered.
“Absolutely,” he responded. “And that means we need to keep right on practicing.”
They kissed until the twins burst into the room again.
“Mom says we cannot, under any circumstances, take up barrel racing!” Audrey announced.
“Does she, now?” Tate asked. He didn’t move Libby off his lap, or even stop kissing her, really.
Ava heaved a big sigh. “Come on, Audrey. Let’s go watch TV.”
“Yeah,” Audrey agreed.
“They’re practicing again,” Ava said.
Audrey nodded. “And that’s so boring,” she replied.
They vanished into the living room.
“Boring?” Libby asked, against Tate’s mouth. “I don’t think so.”
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MCKETTRICKS OF TEXAS: TATE
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