Page 113 of Atlas
“Then how would I show you that I love you?”
“I don’t know. It would have to be something extreme. Would you cheer for another team that played against the Broncos to show your love for me?”
I stared at him with mock horror. “That would be torture to my soul.”
“So, you love the Broncos more than me?” he joked and kissed me down my neck and collarbone.
I let my hands run through his hair. “If that’s what it takes, I will do it, but only one time.”
He was looking deep into my eyes; his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. “I don’t need you to cheer for another football team. There’s something else that I want more.”
“Yeah?” I nuzzled his neck with my right hand.
“I want you to move in with me…” A flash of vulnerability flashed over Atlas’ face. “I know I said that you could live here until you found another place, but I don’t want you to go looking. I want you here.”
“You sure?”
“A thousand percent.”
“All right, but I want something too.”
Atlas stiffened a little, waiting for me to state my terms.
“I want us to make our relationship exclusive. I’m not sharing you with other women.”
Atlas arched an eyebrow. “I thought that was understood. Do I seem like the sharing type to you?”
“No.”
“So, we have a deal then.” Atlas lifted his hands to cup my face. “We’re not just flirting around here.”
“I’m not. I want this to be a committed relationship.”
Atlas kissed me, and then he gave a soft, sexy growl. “I hope you mean that, because you said it yourself; wolves mate for life.”
EPILOGUE
Cooking
Five months later
Atlas
“Do we need all of this stuff?” I picked up a thing from the dishwasher and turned it in my hand. “What do you even use this for?”
Jolene was in the living room, folding laundry, but looked over. “That’s a mandolin slicer. I used it to make those slices of potato for the Pommes Anna that you loved so much.”
Opening a few cabinets, I shook my head. “There’s no room anywhere. Are you sure that you don’t have some sort of kitchen gadget fetish?”
Jolene grinned. “Are you regretting letting me move in with you?”
“No!” I put down the mandarin slicer and walked to the living room. “That thought hasn’t crossed my mind a single time.”
Jolene raised an eyebrow. “Don’t look at me like that. I have laundry to do and a stack of work that I need to go over tonight.”
“Look at you, how?”
“You know what I mean. You have that look in your eyes like you’re about to devour me.”
