I inhale deeply. “Okay.”
“I love you.”
My forehead touches hers as I murmur, “I love you more.”
Hand in hand, we climb the steps. Taking out the key from my pocket, I insert it into the lock and turn it until it opens. The light in the hallway is on as we cross the threshold. Arya walks ahead as I shut the door behind me.
Pihu squirms in my arms, demanding to be put down so she can explore the new place. Off she catwalks as soon as I place her on the ground.
Sticking my hands inside my pockets, I follow after Arya, watching her admire my house with bright and enthralled eyes.
On the surface, it’s a gorgeously and well-crafted property with everything state of the art used and every amenity available. The tall glass walls in the living room showcases the swimming pool and the wide backyard.
It’s a dream house for most people. Yet to me it’s been nothing but a deserted hellhole of my own making.
Arya twirls in a circle, staring up at the glittering chandelier. “Wow, it’s stunning. Way bigger than the one at my parent’s house.”
“Do you like my home?” I ask, swaggering over to her.
“It’s lovely. I love the open feel with the moonlight pouring in. It’s romantic and pretty.” Pouting at me, she complains, “I’m kinda mad you didn’t invite me in and gave the tour last time.”
It was an ugly mess. “My mistake. Forgive me?”
“I finally made it, so yes,” she laughs, throwing her arms around my shoulders.
I circle her waist. “Do you want to see the upstairs?”
“Trying me to get into your bed?” she mischievously teases.
“Ourbed.”
Her full cheeks turn bright pink, lips tugging up in the corners. “Show me.”
Lifting her until her legs go around my waist, I carry her toward the flight of stairs and take them two at a time. My eagerness elicits a sexy laugh from her.
A few seconds later, I’m pushing inside my room and stopping at the foot of the king-sized bed. Laying her on the middle of the mattress, I take a step back and suck in a rough breath as I roam my gaze all over her.
She’s in another pair of tiny sleep shorts and thin black tank top that stretches around her tits. It has risen up, revealing the smooth expanse of her belly.
“Nathan,” she says my name throatily.
“Let me stare, little minx,” I demand. “I never thought I’d have you in my bed here.”
“Why did you make us meet at your apartment?”
“Because I knew if I fucked you here, I’d never let you leave.”
“You felt the pull between us from the start, didn’t you?” she purrs. “It wasn’t just me?”
“No, it wasn’t just you.”
Rising up, she kneels and crooks a finger at me. “Come here.”
Eating the distance, I crawl onto the bed and into her open arms. My muscles clench when she slips her fingers underneath my t-shirt, inching it up and pulling it over my head. Tracing her fingertips down my chest to my abs, she brings her mouth to my chest and kisses where my heart beats wildly.
I tangle my fist in her hair, tugging her head back to crush my lips over hers. She parts them wide, letting my tongue explore and feast on her sweet taste.
Her hand trails to my back, tenderly caressing over my scars.
