"No dreadlocks." He rocked their h*ps closer, igniting the ever-present spark between them. "Although, I've been thinking about a new tattoo."
That fire kindled hotter. "Oh, really? Where? What?"
"A bird."
"An eagle? Cool."
He shook his head. "I'm thinking more along the lines of a wren." He placed her hand over his heart. "Right here."
Darcy sighed, totally hot and completely melting all at once. "Maybe I should look into a tattoo for myself."
"We won't be the most conventional couple on base."
"What woman needs conventional when she can have pineapples, coconut oil and more.''
She stretched up into another kiss, tracing the spot along his chest over his heart—a heart that picked up pace under her hand as Max lowered her to the soft pad of grass for a lifetime of more.
Much more...