“So, what’s the truth?” His heart thudded against his sternum. He had a good idea what her answer would be, but this was still the second most nerve-racking moment of his life.
“That I’d fallen for you. Hard.”
Relief exploded like a starburst, followed quickly by a wave of happiness, and all he wanted was to be as close to Addison as humanly possible. He pressed his mouth to hers and pulled her even closer. Her lips parted, her tongue sliding along his. His cock became rigid and pressed insistently against the front of his shorts.
Rolling her under him, he nestled his hips between her legs and pressed forward. After more than a week apart, it felt like coming home—familiar and comforting.
She groaned and wrapped her outer leg around his lower back, tilting her hips. Her heat permeated through the thin layers of their underwear, stoking his arousal.
A door opened, and someone coughed, then a door closed.
Addison froze and stared at him. “Do you have a roommate?” she whispered.
He shook his head. “It’s your brother.”
“Braedon’s here?” She pushed him off and rolled to her side, facing him again. “We can’t have sex if my brother’s in the next room.”
“Well, that’s going to put a damper on things. He’s moving in next month.”
She stared at him with wide-eyed horror. It must have been similar to the look he’d given Braedon when he’d pulled the same joke on him.
He grinned. “I’m kidding, but he did mention moving down here. He’s under the impression you’ll be spending a lot of time here.”
She bit her lip. “Would you be okay with me moving here?”
He leaned up on an elbow. “Addy, if I had it my way, you’d move in with me tomorrow.”
“I think moving in right away would be a mistake. We need to date and get to know each other before we move in together.”
“I know everything I need to know about you,” he said.
“Really? What if I squeeze my toothpaste from the middle of the tube? What if you leave your toenail clippings on the bathroom counter? What if I like really gross stuff for breakfast, like…like…? I can’t think of anything gross right now, but you get the point.”
“I know you don’t squeeze your toothpaste from the middle. I clip my toenails over the toilet. And as long as you don’t eat raw eggs for breakfast, it doesn’t matter. But, yes, I get your point. We’ll go as fast or as slow as you want.”
“I love you,” she said.
Relief surged through him, and he pressed his forehead to hers. “That’s allIwant.”
