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For some reason, Ezra had never tasted better. I forgot to care about how we should be more careful around the premises and clutched his face between my hands, kissing him back.
“Well?” he asked, unlocking his tongue from mine a minute later and pressing his forehead to my brow.
I looked up into his eyes and squealed out the elated sound I’d been containing all day. When I began to jump up and down, he laughed.
“Really?” he asked, looking relieved. “Your design was chosen? Ah, hell, baby. That’s amazing.” He stamped his mouth back to mine for a hard, brief, congratulatory kiss. “Which one was yours?”
“Which one was your favorite?” I countered.
He shook his finger at me and grinned, refusing to answer. “Which one was yours?”
“Nope,” I insisted. “You first.”
His shoulders slumped, but he nodded as worry entered his gaze. “Okay, fine. I liked the chunky-heeled platforms with the open toes and buckled ankle strap.”
When a smile took over my face, his eyes widened. “Those were yours? For real?”
I nodded.
“Holy shit, Kaitlynn. Those were awesome. I kept picturing you wearing them and nothing else as I took you on top of my desk.”
I bit my lip, trying to contain my pleasure.
“Well… You can if you want,” I told him, walking two fingers up his chest. “I mean, if we can get our hands on that prototype when it’s made, and if it comes in my size.”
“Oh, I will make certain it comes in your size,” he growled before kissing me again.
When we came up for air, he stepped close enough to nuzzle his cheek in my hair as he glanced over his shoulder as if making sure no one else was around.
I pressed my hand against his chest, right over his heart, then smoothed my fingers down his tie. “We should move this party to somewhere more private.” Then I glanced up at his face. “At least, I’m hoping you’re willing to celebrate with me tonight.”
“Count on it,” he said, before taking my hands and adding, “Actually, I’ve been thinking… You should come back to my place with me.”
I froze, my lips parting as I stared up at him. In an instant, about fifty million thoughts swirled through my head.
At first, I wanted to scream and jump at him and give him a full body hug, because this felt big.
This felt like a step. He wanted me to see his place. That had to be good, right? Our relationship was progressing. He wanted me in his private space, he was ready to… Well, I don’t know, let me in further, I guess.
But then my mind did a little wait-a-sec, second-guessing backpedal. Because maybe this had nothing to do with his feelings for me or him wanting to blend his home life with mine. Maybe he wasn’t beginning to, I don’t know, fall for me, or anything like that. Maybe… Maybe this was because he just didn’t like my place.
My apartment didn’t fit the standard of CEO Ezra Nash, I could attest to that. But he’d never acted like my place was beneath him before, like I was beneath him.
I kind of loved my home. It represented me, the little apartment that could. We were struggling for bigger, better things, all the while making the best of every little thing we got, and ready to enjoy it all.
If he didn’t like my place—my place that felt so much like a depiction of me—then did he not like me?
“You paused,” Ezra said, his face filling with panic. “You’re totally pausing. Why are you pausing?”
I blinked myself back to reality and realized I was reading way—way—too much into a simple question. After taking a breath to calm myself, I shook my head, hoping to let him know everything was fine. I was fine. I wasn’t being a total girl and thinking more than I should. No…
And then, in the next breath, I blurted, “Don’t you like my apartment?”
His eyes widened and lips parted the moment I’m sure he realized where I’d gone with his question. This time, it was his turn to totally pause.
I could almost hear his thoughts—a hundred percent guy thoughts—where he was thinking, Shit. I hadn’t meant that. I hadn’t meant anything by the question. Why did she think I’d meant that? Now, no matter what I answer, I’m going to be screwed, aren’t I?
“No, baby, no,” he insisted, cupping my cheeks in his hands and then kissing my forehead. “That’s not what I meant at all. I love your apartment. I love what we do in your apartment. And I love being there with you. The place has definitely grown on me. I swear.”
