His expression goes oddly blank. “No reason.”
“Oh my God, you’re lying!”
He licks his top lip, but doesn’t look me in the eye. “Nope.”
“You so are!” My breath goes choppy with laughter. I move to press myself up. “Where’s my phone? I—”
Beau’s hand flattens against my chest, and I’m pinned to the bed. “You don’t need your phone.” He’s trying—and failing—not to laugh.
I grab his wrist with both hands, my giggles filling the room. “I d-do. I-I do. I need to look up Alexander Godu-what’s-his-name.”
“No. You don’t.” He rolls on top of me.
I sigh in pleasure. Oh God. He should never be anywhere else but here.
But I can’t let him win that easily.
“I’ll just look it up later,” I goad, but I do allow myself the luxury of running my hands down his back again. He moans, moaning harder when I grab his ass. I seize the advantage. “Or you could just tell me now. Save us time.”
Above me, his eyes go half-lidded. He lowers until his lips brush mine. And then he shakes his head. “No,” he whispers against my mouth.
I squeeze the firm, perfect globes of his ass once more, grinding against his erection. We both moan. I almost forget my mission.
“Am I your girlfriend?” I squeeze again.
His inhale is a sharp stab of pleasure, his exhale a rumbling growl. “Yes, of course.”
“And are you moving in with me?” Again.
Beau draws back and meets my gaze, his focus snapping back. “If you’ll have me.”
I smile up at him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
And then. “Final question. Do you lov—”
“I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything,” he says hoarsely.
My breath is gone. Completely.
But that’s exactly how I feel. I love him more than I’ve ever loved. Period. “I love you. More than anything,” I vow. And then I grin. “Enough to let you keep your embarrassing secrets.”
He arches a brow down at me. Goddamn, he’s so sexy.
“Alexander Godunov was a Russian ballet dancer who defected to the U.S. in the seventies.”
I blink. “Why is that embarrassing? As far as celebrity crushes go, that’s pretty heroic.”
One corner of his mouth twitches. “He became an actor.”
I give a little gasp. “You’re named after a movie star,” I gush. “What was he in? What was his biggest role?”
He heaves a sigh. I feel it through my whole body.
“Die Hard,”he mutters.
“DIE HARD?!”I shout, eyes bugging. “THAT’S MY FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE!”
Beau eyes me like I’ve lost my mind.“Die Hardis not a Christmas movie.”
