Page 66 of Living Without

“You want me gone and moved in with someone I don’t know?”

“That’s not what I—”

“No! That’s okay,” she mumbled and threw back the covers, climbing outta bed. “I get it. I shouldn’t have stayed so long without talking to you about it.”

“Angel, get your arse back ’ere.”

“No, I uh, I’d better get some things together. I mean you’re right. I have to get back to normal.” She looked around the room. “And I really don’t have much here.” She shrugged.

I got out of bed. Thank fuck my dick had calmed, and I wasn’t stalking to her with a tent in my boxers. “If you’d just let me finish—”

Her hand came to my chest to stop me. “I’m sorry. I’ve stayed too long—”

“Nary,” I clipped.

“I’ll have a quick shower—”

“For fuck’s sake,” I yelled, before my hands landed on her shoulders and I brought her close, crashing my lips to hers. At first she froze, until I touched the tip of my tongue to the seam of her lips. Then she melted, but I didn’t want her lost, so I pulled back and barked, “You gonna listen now?”

Her eyes were hazy and her eyelids low. Her breath came out in puffs, and then she nodded.

“Finally. What I was gonna say, your new roommate, it’ll beme. Parker was givin’ us the apartment together.”

She blinked slowly, and then, Jesus, her eyes narrowed. “Are youtellingme we’re moving in together?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

“Tellingme?” she huffed.

“Angel, I was a dick to the woman I loved for five fuckin’ years. I ain’t waiting and losing more time with you.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh.”

Smirking, I said, “Yeah, oh.”

“Well, okay then. I think I’m down with that, but…”

“What?” I growled.

“Do you think we can try that kiss again because it wasn’t the best, and I need to know if this will work between—”

Fuck that. It would goddamn work. I pulled her in again, wrapping my arms around her waist where I picked her up and mashed our lips together. She sighed, and I took that chance to sneak my tongue into her mouth. As I slid her down my body, my dick hard once again, I stood her before me. Our lips and tongue got to know one another again, and if the moan from my woman was anything to go by, she was enjoyin’ the moment.

“Get out of my way, Viking man!” was screamed just outside our bedroom door.

Nary whimpered when my lips left hers. I threaded my fingers into her hair and brought her head against my chest. She’d be able to hear my heart racing in my chest.

“Not until you fuckin’ talk to me,” Dallas yelled back at Melissa. I had wondered when she was gonna show back up. When I’d spoken to Stoke last, who was back in Ballarat with the rest of Nary’s family, he’d told me Melissa had decided to stay for a little while for a vacation.

Melissa scoffed. “Now you want to talk? I thought you hated to talk.”

“Well, I decided while you were gone that you’re my woman.”

“What?” she screeched. Nary started giggling and then looked up to me with a smile in her eyes and on her lips.

“So you’re not the only one whotellstheir woman instead of asks,” she commented.

I nipped at her lips and said, “No, angel, and it’s somethin’ you gotta get used to, because it’s a part of all Hawks men.”

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