Page 122 of Not That Complicated

“Maybe next time you have a big speech,” he started, popping the top button of his trousers. “Ray. Ray.”

“Huh?”

“Eyes up here.”

“Like you didn’t know that unbuttoning would distract me—”

He undid his belt and drew it sloooolwly through the loops, then sloooowly coiled it and set it on the desk.

“As I was saying—” he continued, his cheeks beginning to flush, “—next time you have a big speech prepared, might I suggest some index cards? Jot down a few bullet points. You can refer back to them. Stay on track.”

“Okay,” I agreed. I’d agree to anything at that point. “But you’ll have to be fully clothed, because even index cards can’t save me from that.”

He stalked toward me with his trousers undone and shirt flapping, like Mr Darcy striding through the misty fields at dawn in his swirling greatcoat.

If I’d tried that move, my trousers would have fallen down around my ankles. Then again, Adam’s impressive erection was doing a great job of holding things up.

“You love me,” he said, coming to a stop in front of me as I bumped into the bed.

“Yes.” It was the easiest thing in the world to say. I didn’t know why it had taken me so long.

“That’s all I ever need you to give me,” he said. “If I have that?” He ran a knuckle up my neck, then curled a hand around my nape and leaned down to press his forehead to mine, “I can take the rest.”

Holy shit. I gasped, and he caught it in his mouth. He kissed me hard, then lifted me up to my toes and tossed me backwards.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

He put a knee tothe mattress and followed me down, crawling over me. I scooted up the bed, Adam knee-walking over me until we reached the top.

To my surprise, instead of dropping down and getting on with business, he sat back. I was trapped between his muscled thighs. He was sitting on my slightly less-muscled thighs.

We looked at each other.

I genuinely didn’t know what he saw in me. My chest was heaving, I knew my face was blotchy, and I lay there beneath his regard, frozen. He was over me, beautiful and golden, thoughtful and watching.

“I love you,” I said, running my palms up his thighs. “I don’t know if it’s too soon or not, and I get that it probably is? But I think you deserve to know. I love you. I appreciate you for everything you are, and...yeah.” I bit my lip, worried at it. “That’s really the only important bullet point on my index card.”

He reached down and eased my lip from between my teeth. With a gentle fingertip, he traced around my mouth, his eyes following the movement.

“I want to date you,” I said, then shook my head at once.

“No?” he murmured.

“Dating is what you do when you’re on an app. I want a relationship with you. I don’t want to meet for dinner or drinks, or sext each other. It’s not about finding out if we’re compatible or what we want from the relationship. I know what I want. I want you in my life. Properly.”

“Mm?” He was still tracing my lips. His pupils were deep and dark against the bright hazel, and he had that delicious flush over his cheekbones.

I flexed beneath him.

He arched his back and dragged his shirt off, tossing it over the side of the bed.

“I want—” I broke off in a gasp when he shoved my t-shirt up under my armpits and bent down to lick a nipple. I went to hold his head. He snagged my hands and held them down. “I want you to move in. You don’t have to do it right away, if that’s going too fast. Whenever you’re ready. I want to wake up with you. And go to sleep with you. Andohhhhmy god.” He shifted over me.

He pushed my t-shirt up and over my head, knelt up and slapped my thigh. “Get these off,” he clipped out.

“Okie doke.”

He cracked a laugh and helped me drag my pyjama bottoms down and off. Then he resumed his position, sitting on my thighs. Except instead of holding my hands, he was holding my cock and thumbing the head. “Carry on,” he said politely.

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