Page 71 of Playing with Fire

I lowered my head. I wouldn’t lie to him. “I did understand, but yes, I was a little hurt. I just wished we would have talked about it. That you would have asked what I wanted.”

He reached up and cupped the side of my face with his palm, tilting my head up to look at him. “I promise, from here on out, you and I are a team. There may be times I feel strongly about something, but I will remember to talk it out with you. Include you in the plan and not be an insensitive ass.”

I needed to take responsibility for my part, too. “I should have spoken up. But I wanted you to see that I can handle your life. The girls, the hours, even the possible danger. I know you think because I’m young I might see a life with you as being tied down or too much, but being with you and the girls makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.”

He pulled me toward him and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, bringing me flush against his chest. “Jesus. One of the things I love about you is that you speak your mind. Please don’t ever allow me to squash that.”

I giggled, tightening my arms around his waist. “Good to know.” I melted into his hold, not realizing until that moment how much I needed this.

“I missed you so much.” He pressed his lips to the top of my head.

“Me too.” I pulled back and tilted my head back to look up at him.

He leaned down and captured my mouth, brushing his lips tenderly against mine before pulling back with a smirk. “So there’s something else I want to talk to you about.”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to move in with me.”

My mouth fell open. Was he serious? “You don’t think it’s too soon?”

His lips twitched. “I’m sure it’s what I want. If you need more time, take as long as you need.”

“It’s what I want too.” Although my lease wasn’t up until the end of the year because I took it over from Angie halfway through hers. “I might need some time to find someone to take over my lease, though.” And I knew exactly the person to ask.

“That’s fine. But starting tonight, I don’t want to go another night without you in my arms.”

Was he not worried about the danger anymore? “What about the arsonist?”

“I’m having a security system installed tomorrow. One like Dylan’s, with cameras and motion-activated lights.” He studied me for a moment. “We can talk about it more, but I’m not sure I want you guys to be there overnight without me. At least for right now.”

I nodded. The security system was a good call. His fingers tangled in my hair, and he claimed my mouth again. God, I missed his kisses, the way he always left me a desperate puddle of goo.

I trailed my fingers up his back. “How long do you have before you have to get back?”

A sexy smirk lifted his lips. “Missed my cock?”

I nodded. “Very much so.” But more than just the pleasure he gave me, I missed feeling connected with him like I did when we were together.

Our gazes locked, and something powerful passed between us. Like he knew exactly what I wanted.

He bent his knees and grabbed me by my ass, lifting me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and giggled as he turned and headed down the hallway.

“We’ll have to make it quick.” He threw me on my bed, and his hands went to the buckle of his pants.

I quickly stripped out of my one-piece romper and gasped when he grabbed my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“You ready for me?”

I nodded and he ran the tip of his cock through my wetness, spreading it before inching so slowly into me I thought I might die.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He stared down at me with so many emotions swirling in his irises. “So perfect.”

Once he was fully seated, we both let out a moan. He stilled, gaze locked on my face. I couldn’t look away. The intensity in his eyes, the unguarded vulnerability. The love I could plainly see. All of it left me breathless.

His hands trailed up my thighs, over my hips, and gripped my waist. He slowly drew back and slammed back in. With each thrust, my body lit up with not only sensations of pleasure but the love I felt for him, too. Tears burned behind my eyes and I closed them, focusing on where we were joined and the pleasure he was giving me.

“Sweetheart, look at me.”

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