“You’re distracting me. I can’t think when your mouth is on me.”
His head comes up and we make eye contact in the mirror. His dimple is out and he has a cocky grin in place.
“You like me distracting you with my mouth.” He reminds me of something that I didn’t need to be reminded of right now. Not when I’m trying to tell him something serious. I glare at him in the mirror and he chuckles. “Okay, baby. Tell me,” he says, putting his chin on the top of my head.
“I’m a millionaire.” Okay, I didn’t mean to blurt it out quite like that, but now it is out in the open. I feel his body tighten around mine.
“What?” he asks. I swallow and bite my lip. There is no going back. I turn in his arms and put my hands on his chest.
“My mom’s parents left me their estate and it’s over a million dollars.”
“When did you find this out?” I really didn’t want to answer that question. I look over his shoulder toward the door.
“Eyes on me.” I look into his eyes again. “When did you find out about this?”
“Um...I...” I bite my lip and look away again.
“Eyes!” He growls this time. “When did you find out about this?” I look into his beautiful eyes and see sadness there and my heart hurts.
“When I went to the lawyer,” I whisper.
“Why didn’t you tell me then?” he asks as he steps back, taking his warmth with him.
“I didn’t want it to change us,” I whisper again, looking down at the tiled floor of his bathroom.
“Have I ever given you that idea?” he asks. I feel like a horrible person for not telling him from the start about the money. It was stupid to hide it.
“No,” I say, looking up at him. I can tell he’s hurt.
“You’re right. I haven’t. And I have to say I’m fucking pissed thatyou would even think for one minute that money would change how I feel about you.”
“I know it was stupid. I just wanted to make sure.” His eyes narrow and I know that’s the wrong thing to say.
“Make sure of what? That I wasn’t with you for your money? Jesus, what the fuck? I don’t understand what goes on in that head of yours sometimes.” This kind of hurts, but I know he’s right. “I’ve never asked you to pay for shit. I never want you to pay for shit.”
This is true. Anytime I’ve tried to pay for something, I get the look that promises I won’t like what happens if I don’t put my money away.
“You’re right. I know. I should have told you.”
“You should have, but I understand why you didn’t. It doesn’t make me happy, but I understand.”
“Thanks,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head on his chest.
“Just don’t keep shit from me. I don’t like knowing you have kept that secret for over a month.” Crap, I never thought about it like that.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper into his chest, feeling like a total dork.
“When you move in, we’ll talk about your money.”
“What?” My head jerks back so I can look into his eyes.
“You heard me, and know that shit will be soon. I don’t like you having to travel to your dad’s every few days to go get clothes and shit.”
“Asher,” I say, glaring at him and putting my hands on my hips for the full effect. “You are not going to boss me into moving in with you.”
“There will be no bossing, baby. You want to move in. Don’t you love feeding me breakfast in bed every morning?” he asks and I shiver. Every morning, he has me for breakfast before he gets out of bed, and yes, I do love feeding him. “Don’t you like lazing on the couch, watching movies at night?” I do love that too or even just lying on him while he watches a game. “Don’t you love cooking in my kitchen?” Yes, I love his kitchen. It is my favorite room in the house. I love baking in there or just sitting at the counter and reading on my Kindle. “Don’t you love me fucking you whenever you need to be fucked?”Um, yes!Ibite my lip and look over his shoulder. “Those are just a few of the reasons why I won’t have to boss you to move in with me.”
He has a point. He won’t need to boss me into it. It is just too soon. Maybe in a few months, but right now, I like knowing that I still have my dad’s house to run to if I need it.
