“I think we can have it done by end of summer.”
“Seriously?” I said, completely surprised.
He smirked. “I’m motivated.”
“No need to rush. You’re worth the wait.” I knew because I’d waited an entire decade to get here.
“So are you. But I’m tired of waiting.”
I laughed.
“Until then, we have the house to ourselves at least until the storm clears.”
“First time in my adult life I’m actually looking forward to a storm,” I said.
Archer smiled. “Same.” He reached into the back seat for the duffle I’d packed. “Come on. Inside before we freeze.”
We ran through the snow, which felt like tiny needles stabbing my cheeks, and I realized it was sleet. Inside was warm and quiet, a lamp illuminating the family room and another small light glowing from the kitchen.
Archer took off his boots and then went over to the fireplace to get a fire going. Once it was lit, he turned back with soot-covered fingers.
“I’m going to grab a shower. It’s been a long day.”
“Okay.”
“You want to join?” he asked.
Interest and desire unfurled in my lower belly, creating a flush beneath my skin. I nodded enthusiastically, and his smile turned wolfish.
“Of course I want to,” I said but then dashed his dirty desires. “But I showered just before I drove over.”
“Well, what did you do that for?” he demanded.
“Because I assumed you were doing the same?” I asked.
He made a rude noise. “No harm in showering twice.”
I laughed. “Or I could make us some dinner.”
“I’m beginning to think you don’t want to see me naked.”
I arched a brow. “You can say that after last night?”
His lips twisted into a self-satisfied smirk. “I guess not.”
It might have taken us ten years to admit our feelings, but now that we had, it took no time at all to succumb to the chemistry between us.
Just thinking about the things he did to my body last night had my blood heating and resolve wavering. “Forget dinner. I’ll just eat you,” I said, closing the distance between us and reaching for his jeans.
His laughter was throaty and deep and had me flicking open the button with gusto.
Too soon, his hand settled over mine, stopping me from lowering his fly. “Actually, wait.”
“What?” I asked, disbelief making my voice high.
“You should heat up some dinner. There’s pizza in there from last night.”
I blinked. “You want me to heat up pizza instead of showering with you?”
