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My eyes were sliding closed until that last part. “Living together?”
“Living together.” He yanks me forward as he shifts onto his knees.
I let out a sound of surprise, which gets knocked out of my lungs when Dom uses a hand on my chest to shove me back onto the mattress.
He braces himself over me. “I’m not marrying a wife this fucking sexy and then letting her live six hours away.”
My legs automatically widen, allowing room for his hips. “You want me to move to Chicago?”
Dominic lowers his face until it’s just above mine. “I’m afraid I’m going to demand it.”
“But what if…” I press my hands against his bare chest.
“What if what, Shorty? What if we don’t get along? We do.” He drops his hips, and I groan. “What if we don’t fit?” He presses his weight into me. “We fit together perfectly. And if you need space, my place is big. You can have your space.”
He makes it sound so easy. So possible.
Dom is making me believe we can make this work. That we can make this crazy drunkenwe’ve only known each other for amonth and a halfthing work.
And goddammit, I want it.
I want him.
I want a chance to build the future I’ve barely dared to dream of.
Dom shifts, brushing his lips against my ear. “But most importantly, Valentine, when you move in with me, you’ll spend every night in my bed.”
Heat washes through me, a blend of desire and need as I arch into him.
“Okay,” I pant.
“Okay?”
I grip his sides. “Yes. I’ll move to Chicago.”
“And?” Dom inhales against my cheek.
“And I’ll sleep with you.” Dominic chuckles, and I correct myself. “I’ll share your bed.”
He shifts his weight to one elbow, the other hand working to unbutton his shirt that I’m wearing. “Our bed.”
“Our bed,” I repeat, and emotion clogs my throat.
His fingers free the last button, and he parts the fabric, revealing my nakedness.
“My Angel.” Dom skims his fingers down between my breasts, down my belly, and into my curls. I have a second to wonder if he’ll want me to shave it off, but then he groans. And I know he likes me how I am.
“Dom.” I lift my hips against him.
He lowers his face to my throat, breathing me in. “I love that you smell like me.”
“Dom,” I plead.
“I wonder if you smell like me everywhere.”
“Please!” I cry, no longer able to take his teasing.
“Please what?”
