She laughed against his hand. Then she licked it.
“You’re so gross.” He wiped his hand over her face. “My feelings are my responsibility, not yours. I just wanted you to know. Kenzie, I don’t fall in and out of love at the drop of a hat. I also don’t date indiscriminately. I’m not with you for sex or money or your incredibly high-maintenance friends.”
“Incredibly high?” What had they done to him she didn’t know about?
“Or for your talented brother, who really is good at soccer, by the way. I’m impressed with that as much as I am his phone skills.”
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
“Nope. And I’m also not with you for that hot piece of property on Fremont. And I’m not teasing you about that. The house is old and has problems, but your property value is high, and you have to know that.
“I make my own money, drive a hot car, and have no problem getting a girl.” He let out a gasp when she yanked on a few of his chest hairs. “I’m not bragging, I’m being honest. The simple truth is I love you.”
She tensed again.
“And now I’m done talking about it until you want to discuss how you feel. Or we might never talk about it. I’m okay with that.”
She had to see his face, so she leaned up and saw a smile so beautiful, so real, it brought tears to her eyes.
“I’d like you and I to just take our relationship—because that’s what this is, two people exclusively dating who like being together—day by day. You know how I feel. Now I’d like you to set the pace about what we do and how we go from here.”
“I… You do?”
“Yes. I’m good with what I have with you. Would I like more? Sure. But if you don’t want that, what’s the point of talking about it? My feelings happened pretty soon for me. You’re not sure what you feel.”
I love you, you big dope. And it scares me spitless.
“You know all this, do you?”
“Yes.” He grinned. “I also know how it annoys you when I tell you what you think. So maybe you’re less weirded out by my confession and more aggravated by me. Yes?”
“I”—she blew out a breath—“yes.”
He laughed and hugged her tight. Then he sat her up over him. “Let’s talk, okay? I want to tell you about meeting my mom’s boyfriend. And I want to know what you’ve been up to without me this past week.”
“Okay.”
“And I really just want to look at your breasts, so if I zone out while you’re talking, know it’s your boobs taking my attention.”
“Evan.”
He sighed. “You’re so pretty.” He cupped a breast, and her body heated up. “Man, I could make love to you for days and not get tired.”
Make love. Notfuckordoortake.
Evan was a romantic, one who confused her on a level beyond comprehension. He had to be too good to be true.
“Are you a serial killer?”
He paused then reached for her other breast. “Ah, not that I know of.”
“Married? Have a bunch of children by tons of women?”
“Nope and nope.” He grinned.
“Are you deeply in debt?” She brightened. “Or a career criminal? Like, you owe the IRS tons of money under fake names?”
“Sorry, but no.” He rubbed her nipple back and forth, and her body stirred. “Have I told you how much I love touching you?”
