“Going to finish things up in the living room, and then, I’ll gut the kitchen.” I walked over to the fridge and pulled out another bottle of wine. “I’ll probably get some of the guys to help me out with that.”
“Do you have a particular style you plan to go with?”
“One with a new stove and a bigger fridge,” I scoffed. “And new cabinets and flooring. I don’t really have a particular style in mind.”
“Sometimes simple is best.” She gestured her hand toward the ceiling. “Some old-fashioned lighting would do wonders in here.”
“Yeah, it could. I’ll keep that in mind.”
She smiled, seemingly pleased that I liked her idea, and tossed out another. Then, another. None of it felt like criticism or pushing. Just interest, and I made a mental note of every damn suggestion.
Presley turned to face me and smiled. “It’s going to be amazing.”
“Glad you think so.” I offered to refill her glass of wine as I said, “The kitchen isn’t in the best condition for cooking, so I ordered us some Chinese takeout. I hope that’s okay.”
“That’s more than okay.”
She held my gaze for a moment, and just like that, the room went quiet, and the air itself seemed to hold its breath. That invisible line we’d been circling for days finally gave way.
I didn’t rush it.
I wanted to. I really, really wanted to.
But I took it slow. I stepped closer, slow enough for her to inch back, but she didn’t. I lifted my hand to her jaw, lightly brushing the pad of my thumb along her cheek, and the second I felt her lean into it, that was it. I leaned in, pressed my mouth to hers, and kissed her, slow and easy.
She made a soft, little whimper against my mouth as she slid her hands into my jacket and pulled me closer. And just like that, a fire was set deep inside me, one that had been burning since the night she walked into the Vault with my brother, and I knew then I’d never get enough of her.
I lowered my hands to her neck and pulled her closer, needing to feel her body against mine. I backed her against the counter and delved deeper into her mouth. Her hands dove into my hair, then moved down my neck. Then my shoulders and back.
Fuck.
This was no longer just a kiss. This was more. Much more.
And if I didn’t stop now, it was about to turn into something I wasn’t sure she was ready for, until she eased back, breaking the kiss, and whispered, “You didn’t show me the bedroom.”
“I’m pretty sure I did.”
“You could show me again.”
We were about to cross a line.
When I saw the look of hunger in her eyes, I knew she wanted this just as much as I did. “You sure about that?”
“I am, but it’s okay if you’re not.” A sexy smirk crept across her face. “I mean, after that first kiss, I can see why you’d be apprehensive.”
“Apprehensive?”
“It’s okay. I know first times can be intimidating.”
“Ah, you’re fucking with me.”
“Just a little,” she giggled.
“I see how it is.” I leaned down, slipped my arm around her waist, and her laughing grew even louder when I tossed her over my shoulder, popping her playfully on the ass as I started for the bedroom. “That’s it. Keep laughing.”
“What are you doing?” she screeched, trying to wiggle out of my arms.
“I’m giving you what you asked for.” Once I reached the bed, I lowered her feet to the floor and announced, “You wanted to see it, so here it is.”
