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“Let’s have a celebratory lunch. I’m starving. Plus, they’re going to wonder if you fell off the planet. Probably think their best customer was abducted.”
She was still on the planet. But she was fairly certain her heart was orbiting Earth at the moment.
She was so screwed. Or was she?
Independence didn’t have to mean being alone forever, did it? Couldn’t she find a way to be at work with Bran and then be at home with Bran afterward?
Of course you can.
She wasn’t about to miss out on being with the man she was already half in love with. She was going to carpe diem. He’d teased her about being too practical and arguably, he was right. Every fun thing she’d experienced this long weekend had been a result of her following her heart, not heeding the warnings offered up by her brain.
“Wait’ll you have their lava cake,” she told Bran as he pulled into the P&P parking lot. “You may have had lava cake before, but trust me, you haven’t had Pestle & Pepper’s lava cake.”
“I trust you.” He shut off the engine and climbed from the car. “With a lot of things bigger than lava cake.”
She took his hand and they walked toward the entrance. Though she tried to stop it, her next thought was like with your heart?
She wasn’t kidding about the lava cake.
It was damn good. The satisfying moment where the chocolate ganache oozed onto the plate was almost as good as watching Addi lick her spoon.
He’d had a hard time not thinking about her tongue elsewhere during the car ride back to his house.
“So this is my place,” he told her from his front door. Before she could leave the foyer, he shut the door behind him and pressed her against it. “And this is you in my place.”
She laughed, but he covered her mouth with his, tasting the chocolate on her tongue.
“But your luggage,” she said as he kissed a trail down her neck.
“I don’t need any clothes right now.” He reached for the hem of her short dress and lifted it over her beautiful hips. “And neither do you.”
He wasn’t over how well this weekend had gone—and hell, it was Monday and they were still going.
He’d spent most of the car ride home thinking about Addi and work. He loathed the idea of boxing them in with more rules, or guidelines as she liked to call them, but Tuesday would come regardless. And he could admit they needed at least a loose plan.
He was as confident in her professionalism as he was in his own. No matter what the future held for him—or how far into the future they ventured—he was certain they could survive.
She unbuttoned his jeans and stuffed her hand inside, humming her approval. “Can I say again how much I like that you are not a fan of underwear?”
“I’m a big fan of underwear,” he argued, his thumbs hooking the sides of her cute, lacy pink pair. “On you.” Then he thought of what he’d said and quickly amended, “No, you’re right. I don’t like you wearing them, either.”
He worked those panties down her legs and she lifted one foot, then the other to step out of them. While he had her here, he decided to have a taste of her, too.
Ten minutes later, one knee over his shoulder, Addi cried out, her shout echoing off the walls of his house. He liked her voice echoing off the walls of his house.
“I’m really glad we agreed not to stop,” he told her as he kissed his way up her body. He tucked his tongue into the cups of her bra to tease each nipple while she gripped his hair.
“Where is your bedroom? Knees are weak,” she mumbled.
He lifted her into his arms and started for the stairs. “I’ll give you the full tour later.”
“Much later.”
“Much later,” he agreed.
She held onto his neck, her blue eyes at half-mast, her smile his reward. A warning bell sounded in the depths of his mind but he ignored it. He was no longer the guy who was going to talk himself into a proposal or go running after a goal that had nothing to do with what he really wanted. He was smarter now, and he refused to plague himself with future plans and arrangements.
Addi was here with him now, and now was what mattered. Now was all that existed.
And right now, he was going to blow her mind in the bedroom and follow that with a long, lazy Monday off.
