He bent his head to kiss her, his lips pressing firmly against hers. “Move in with me.”
“I—”
“If you want to, of course,” he said, continuing to kiss her as his hands unhooked her bra and swept around to palm her breasts. “But I’d love to have you and Barnaby here with me all the time.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Just think about it.” His thumbs slid over her nipples, his rough skin creating the most beautiful friction that had her boneless with need.
Move in with me.
She’d never lived with a man before, never even really considered it. But this man…
He lifted her, carrying her to the couch, where he lowered her to the leather upholstery, pressing her into it as he worked open her jeans, hands and mouth everywhere. To think he was a virgin last month. Now, he handled her with confidence and expertise as he stroked her with his fingers before sheathing himself in a condom.
“Yes,” she moaned as he pushed inside.
“You got it, baby.” He withdrew and thrust again, filling her completely. “Anything you want. Everything you want.”
“Yes,” she said again, eyes sliding shut with pleasure, not sure if she was answering his question or just responding to his touch. Maybe both.
“One of my favorite words,” he growled, hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm as his hands continued to work her body. “So good. Fuck, yes.”
She melted into the upholstery as desire built inside her, a smile curving her lips at his commentary. Jake was talkative during sex, vocal about his pleasure, and she loved it, loved every single thing about him. They moved together sloppily, hands grasping as they both drew closer to their release. She gripped his ass, attempting to draw him even deeper inside her.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, bringing one of his hands between them to stroke her clit as his hips pounded into her.
“Yes.” And then she was coming. Tears leaked from her eyes as release washed through her, causing her whole body to tense and then go limp beneath him.
Jake groaned as he found his own release. “Can’t get enough of this.” He dropped his head, his lips meeting hers for a messy kiss. “Can’t get enough of you.”
“I love you.” The words tumbled out without her permission, and her body went from limp with pleasure to tense in the span of one frantic beat of her heart.
Jake froze, his brown eyes meeting hers, questions swirling in their languid depths.
“I mean, I’d love to move in with you,” she said quickly, but it did nothing to negate what she’d already said.
He was silent for a long time, chest heaving against hers, one hand beneath her ass, the other braced against the couch. “I love you too.”
All the air rushed from her lungs. “What?”
He rolled them so he could lay beside her. “I hadn’t really thought about it yet, but I do. It’s why this house felt so empty and lonely the last two days. I love being with you every moment of the day because I love you, Megan.”
“Oh.” More tears slid over her cheeks, and she swiped at them with the palm of her hand as Jake drew her closer against him.
“Definitely wasn’t expecting to hear those words from you tonight,” he murmured. “Especially after you balked at moving in with me.”
“I didn’t balk,” she whispered, closing her eyes against the emotions welling up inside her. What was happening? How had they gone from a fun day at the fair to him asking her to move in with him and her blurting out that she loved him?
“So, is that a yes, then?” His hand stroked her hair.
“Yes.” She opened her eyes, meeting his. “I’ll move in with you.”
His lips curved in a wide smile. “You just made me a very happy man.”
“Really?” Her brain was definitely operating at a slower speed than her mouth tonight.
“Really. Don’t move.” He hitched his jeans into place and walked into the bathroom.
