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Maybe one day she’ll come to me and talk.
“I know, but this is all… so new…” Her fingers dance over the edge of my T-shirt sleeve and against my bicep. “And—”
She stops and I massage her toes, giving it space because she’s right. But I want her here. Want her to feel like this is home. Even if at times it’s like I moved too fast, even for myself.
“And… sometimes I wonder if it’s real.”
I don’t think those are the words she’d been about to say when she stops herself, but I don’t push it. “It is.”
“You’d let me know if you didn’t want me here in your space, right?”
I laugh and shake my head, pulling her into me so I can taste her mouth, sample the sweetness, the heat and wetness and delights it promises and delivers. That she delivers. And I kiss her long and slow and sweet until my head starts a long slow spin and my cock starts to harden. I lift my head. “I would do that. But I want you here.”
“Are you sure? This is fast, and I know you only did this to stop me being scared at my place, and—”
“You know jack, babe,” I say, pulling her onto my lap, her thighs on either side of mine so she can feel exactly how much I want her there.
I want to fuck her, push into her, and have her ride me then and there, but I don’t do that. Instead, I rock her against me, not sure who I’m teasing more, her or me. I kiss a path down along her throat to the top of her T-shirt as I slide a hand up under the material to cup a breast, and she moans in pleasure.
“I didn’t ask you to move in with me just to keep you safe,” I murmur, slipping my fingers inside the lace of her bra and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “I did it for a whole lot of other selfish reasons.”
“You did?” Her voice is a gasp of breath that shoots to my cock and I push up against her, making her moan low.
“Yeah. Like all the hot sex on tap, and…” I grin, pulling my hand free and bringing it up to cup her face. “Having someone to share my take-out food with.”
She frowns and brushes my mouth with hers, and then she does it again, this time longer, lingering, and it takes everything I have not to just take her then and there. I want to. Oh Christ, do I want to, but she’s a little vulnerable tonight and I don’t want her to think it’s actually just sex.
“You promised not to tell anyone I steal your take-out food,” she whispers, her fingers curling into my hair.
She’s really making this hard on me. Making my dick even harder, if that’s a possibility.
“I was thinking I might need something.”
“Really? When?”
“Yeah. Like now. I’m hungry.” And I am. For her, too, but that can wait until later, and sometimes the waiting makes things sweeter, the knowing she’s there and isn’t going anywhere.
That she’s mine.
She starts laughing, the sound pure delight to my ears. “I could cook, or don’t you trust me?”
“Can you cook?”
She wrinkles her nose again. “I get by.”
I should know that about her. But somehow, I don’t give a shit if she knows how to cook, or if she even knows how to turn on a stove. There’s something about Brandi that makes me want to own her. To devour every single thing she’ll give me and never let her go.
“Yeah, me, too. I hear I make a mean sandwich.” I pause, stroking the soft, warm flesh that lies beneath her T-shirt. “I was thinking of something else. You and me. Maybe a bottle of wine. I think I have one somewhere.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“You don’t like wine?”
“No. Yes. I just… I think I’ll be happy with the food and a Coke. And you.” Her cheeks flare with color beneath her tan once again at the last two words and they coil in my stomach, warm and right.
“We can do that. It’s why I came home. To spend time with you. Here.” And I kiss her again. Then I pick her up and sit her next to me. Any more of her on my lap and my best intentions will be thrown out the window so far they’d land in the next town over. “Now. Let’s discuss the important things.”
She gives me a wary look, those green eyes full of questions as she folds her hands on her lap. “They are?”
