I opened the door.
Jordy looked at the closet, then looked at me, even more confused. “You need to show me an empty closet?”
I nodded.
“Okay…” He elongated the word into an entire sentence, clearly giving himself time to think. “What’s the empty closet for?”
“It’s for...” I stepped back just enough so that it wouldn’t feel like I was crowding him. “It’s for you. If you want it.”
“For me?” he repeated.
I could practically see the wheels turning in his blue eyes, but my nerves once again got the best of me, and I couldn’t bear to wait for his answer. I was able to stare down murderers and rapists across the courtroom without flinching, but when it came to romance, I turned into a babbling wreck.
“You don’t need to go to San Francisco. There’s nothing there for you, anyway. Your friend, Clay, already lives in Baton Rouge, and I know he’d like it if you stayed. So, I understand if you don’t want to stayhere, specifically. It is really fast, after all. But at least stay in Baton Rouge. This city is just as good as San Francisco. There’s no reason for you to go anywhere else.”
Jordy pressed a finger to my lips, effectively ending my rambling. I could have kissed him in relief, if I wasn’t still so nervous to hear his response.
“Kitt,” he said after a moment, his lashes half-lowered over his eyes so I couldn’t see his expression. “Is this your awkward way of asking me to move in with you?”
With his finger still silencing my lips, I answered with a simple nod.
He started laughing, letting out cute little snorts that he tried to hide behind his hand.
“I swear. You’re so eloquent in the courtroom. I wasn’t expecting this.”
Unable to stay silent any longer, I pulled away from his finger.
“Does that mean...”
Before I could finish asking, he jumped into my arms, wrapping both arms and legs around me, and he clung like his skin had been replaced with hook and loop fasteners as he kissed me breathless.
I tried to catch him, but despite all the hours I’d put in at the gym, suddenly supporting an adult’s weight was very difficult when you weren’t expecting it. Rather than risk injuring myself trying to hold him up, especially with my shoulder still not back to its full strength, even though I no longer needed the sling, I instead used my strength to strategically guide us both to the floor, thankful for the rug I’d chosen to cushion the hardwood panels.
Throughout our slow decent, the kiss never broke until Jordy was lying on his back on my bedroom floor, looking up at me with a flushed face and sparkling eyes.
“It means ‘yes’ you stilly man,” he said, still panting. “Yes, I’ll move in with you.”
There was more we needed to talk about, but the sight of him glowing and eager under me was too much to resist. I stripped off both our clothes right there on the bedroom floor, leaving them scattered around the room in a chaotic mess. He ran his hands over my chest and stroked my stomach, pulling at my hips to draw me closer, and making my blood burn hotter with every brush of his fair skin over mine.
We were lucky. The nightstand where I kept my supplies wasn’t too far away, so I didn’t have to let go of him to fetch the bottle of lube I kept stored there. We could have moved to the bed. It would have been more comfortable, and probably more convenient, but neither of us brought it up. We were too eager for words. Too eager for thoughts. We were just a tangled ball of needs and desires.
My arousal throbbed so hard I could practically hear my own pulse in my ears. It felt like I would die if I didn’t get some part of myself inside him as soon as possible. We both moaned in satisfaction as I slid one slicked up finger inside him.
Just like every time we’d joined together before, his body opened beautifully for me. Almost immediately, I was able to add a second finger alongside the first, feeling the stretch of his muscles around my digits as I sought out his deepest pleasure spots. He moaned and writhed, calling out my name as his nails dug crescents into my shoulders.
It wasn’t enough. He was still too coherent.
Without warning, I pulled out my finger, leaving him empty and clearly wanting. He protested, crying out for more, but when I pulled his legs open to wrap them around my waist, his protests immediately turned to encouragement.
I could never deny him when his pleas sounded so sweet.
Carefully lining myself up, I slid into him with practiced ease, as if we’d done this a thousand times before. The heat inside him burned me right down to my core, and his internal muscles squeezed me with a delicious friction that made a shiver crawl up my spine.
I meant to go slow, draw out the pleasure to make sure we both enjoyed it, but the friction he created around me was too much to resist. I wasn’t even halfway inside before I gave in to temptation and buried myself the rest of the way in one hardthrust. At the same time, my mouth found his, and I swallowed his cries from the sudden invasion.
“I meant to be gentler,” I whispered in his ear as I pulled out, only to immediately thrust back in again, setting a quick and eager pace. “Not just with this. I’d planned out a whole proper proposal to ask you to move in with me.”
Each time I drove into his body, I made sure to hit the spots I knew he enjoyed the most. I could see the pleasure wracking his body each time my cock dragged against his inner walls or struck deep into his core. He tried to respond to what I was saying, giving a halfhearted nod, but his eyes glazed over, and I could tell he hadn’t truly processed my words.
