“Baby, I already have.” I smirk, flattening my thumb to her clit.
“Hmmmmm.”
She grabs my wrist adding to the pressure I apply there, then starts to buck into me, trying to get more friction. It takes everything in me not to move inside her.
I’m too fucking close.
“You’ll move in with me?” I say strained.
“No,” she declares almost sadly.
I pull my hand away, pulling out of her like she knew I would. Kneeling on the bed between her legs, I wait, knowing I won’t be the one to give in.
But that quirk of her brow, it fucks with me, because I know that she won’t give in either. My mistake wasn’t asking her to move in with me—I know she wants it. The safety and security it would bring. No, my mistake was trying to take it from her. Her independence. Her choice.
She won’t give that up.
So when she pulls herself up the bed and away from me, tucking herself in as she huffs in pure frustration. I laugh, a loud chuckle that I haven’t allowed in years because I know she’s just aced me.
“Get the light.” She sulks.
Nina
His big hand wraps around my ankle, and I’m whipped down the bed in a flash, my legs flattened wide under his strong forearms.
“When you’re ready, whether that’s tomorrow, a week, or a month from now,” He rolls his eyes dramatically at me, making me laugh. “I want you to move in with me. You don’t have to give up this place, your independence. But you are my girlfriend, and my girlfriend would live with me. And maybe give me oral for breakfast every day.” He smirks, totally sure of himself.
“What do I get?” I ask, giving him an inch. And the smile that takes over his face makes my heart physically ache.
He licks his lips as his head drops between my legs in an attempt to show me exactly what he has to offer.
I say attempt, but who am I trying to fool.
He had me at breakfast.
EIGHTEEN
Nina
“If you’re not calling to tell me what happened with you and Elliot Wednesday night, then I don’t wanna know.” I tease, smiling down the phone as I dust my finger along the top of the computer. I’m in the studio office making sure it is somewhat tidy for Erin’s arrival on Sunday.
“Uh, what? Nothing happened.”
I hang up, giggling like a child.
She calls me back moments later.
“Stop that, nothing happened between me and Elliot, why would you think that?”
“You were glued to each other all evening then disappeared, so…”
“So… We chatted and then I went to bed. You’re way off on this one, Nina. You know me.”
“I do, and I also saw how you were with him. You were so relaxed around him Luce, you’re not fooling me.”
She hangs up. I frown down at the phone, shocked. I try to call her back but it goes straight to voicemail. Each time it beeps telling me ‘user busy’ I hit call back. I’m about to try her again when my phone starts ringing, and it’s a number I don’t know.
“Hello?”
