CHAPTER TWENTY
“I can’t believe you went off with him willingly,” Wolfe griped, his hands still fiddling with the blanket he’d tossed over my shoulders. The wolf-man was a smidge overprotective. His golden eyes roamed my features as I smiled at his decorating. “Do you want another tour of the house?”
“No, I’m content here.” His master bedroom was spacious with a marble fireplace I currently sat in front of—per the wolf’s request—the fire warming the side of my face closest to it. “The view outside your windows is absolutely breathtaking.” Here on the highest level of his home.
His attention honed directly on me. “Do you really like it here?”
I knew what was coming, but I wasn’t going to spoil his surprise because the devil had told me the future.
“I really do. It issomuch better than Rune’s house.”
Wolfe’s chest puffed with pride. “I’m going to tell him you said that.”
“Just when I’m not around.” I winked.
“Actually…uh…” Wolfe ran his fingers through his hair, yanking the beautiful, silky mess back from his face. Tugging. And tugging at it. His forehead scrunched up, and he damn near yelled—okay, he actually did yell—in my ear, “Do you want to move in with me?”
I hid my laughter behind the fall of my dark hair, pretending to look around again. When I had control of myself, I turned back to the man who was literally holding his breath waiting for my answer. I put him out of his misery. “I’d like that.”
Air flew past his parted lips. “Is that a yes? I know it’s probably too soon, but you don’t have a permanent place anymore. You can work from here—and I won’t even bitch that most of your work is illegal.” He took in another large breath of air. “And I’d like you to be here with me.”
“It’s a yes, Wolfe.”
A cocky grin curled his lush lips. “We’re doing this?”
“We are.” I leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ve decided I’m not going to write an article about shifters and mates.”
That cocky grin didn’t disappear. “I knew you’d decide to go that way. You have a good heart.”
“Sure, sure.” I rolled my eyes. “I will need to pick up my stuff from the hotel. I left it all there.”
His voice lowered into a sexy purr, “We’ll get it later. Do you want to have some fun first?”
I pushed the blanket off my shoulders. “You know I do.”
“Get naked first.” He started taking off his own clothes, too. “I’ll rip shit if it gets in my way.”
We finished stripping down at the same time.
Wolfe helped me to my feet. “It’s playtime.”
* * *
Wolfe gently released my elbow, moving toward his high-piled desk, He searched through the top layers of papers. Wolfe bent down and began a search through another stack.
Clearing my throat, I nibbled on my bottom lip, watching him search, not really wanting to go near the desk, but asking, “Can I help you find something?”
Clipped words. “I’m looking for the remote.” He picked up a pile, letting it drop off the desk onto the floor in a shower of white sheets. “It’s been a while since I cleaned this off.”
Quickly, I peered around the room, not seeing a viewing screen, wondering why the hell he would want a view screen on right now, anyway—unless he was into porn. “Remote?”
An absent finger flick in his bed’s general direction. “For the music.”
I bit my lip hard, trying not to laugh, my gaze flying to his nightstand, understanding the contemporary contraption on top was a radio. “Um…music’s nice, but it’s not needed.”
He paused in his search, hands full, staring at the pile of papers. “No?”
I shook my head once. “No.”
