“Move in?” I say, wondering whether I misheard him. “When?” Presumably he means eventually, when we get to that point in our relationship. Or maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he feels this sense that I have, that everything finally fits. Everything works. Everything’s finally in place now.
“We could go back to your place now and get some stuff if you want to.”
“Are you insane?” I laugh at him. He’s moving at warp speed. We’ve only been back together since lunchtime, but Hunter’s impatient. “It’s nearly nine at night.”
“Okay, so maybe not tonight. But there’s no point in delaying things. Why would we not live together? We both work incredibly demanding jobs. We should make the most of the time we’re not in the office.”
I smile up at him. I’m barely across the threshold, and he’s got all these ideas for the two of us. I get it. We know what our future holds. Why wait? I close the door behind me, and he pulls me into his arms. “With that logic, you’d have us getting married a week from Tuesday.”
“Fine with me,” he says like it’s no big deal. Maybe it isn’t. All the big decisions have been made. We’re better together than apart. We’ll love each other forever. We’ll care for each other until the day we die. What’s left but to get married? I watch him as he talks animatedly about which parts of the apartment could be changed or remodeled.
“Maybe we should just move. We could get something a bit closer to work. And the park. Portis is making more money now. We could get something nice. Bigger.” He drops a peck on my lips, and I push my hands into his hair.
He closes his eyes in a long blink, and his entire body relaxes. “My mind is working overtime.”
I laugh. “I can tell.”
“It’s good to have you here,” he says, pressing a kiss to my neck.
“It’s good to be here,” I reply. Wherever he is, feels like home. As we hold each other, I realize I’ve never felt this ... at peace with someone. Hunter is so solid. So warm. He’s always been this rock of a man. And now he feels like mine. “God, I really love you.”
He grins at me. “You say that like you’re surprised.”
“I think I am a little,” I say honestly. “I’m not sure I ever thought I’d meet someone I felt so sure about. It feels as if I’ve been waiting for you and now you’re here.”
“That’s because there have been too many people in your life that you should be sure of but you weren’t. But that’s changed now.” His grin widens. “You can be sure of me.”
“I am,” I say. “And you can be sure of me.”
He nods, slowly, an expression of lust unfurling on his face. His hands snake up my back and find the top of my zipper. He pulls it down and off my shoulders until it pools at my feet. I don’t have matchingunderwear on, and I don’t care. I know Hunter isn’t focused on my underwear.
I reach for his belt, and he groans before pulling my hands away. He lifts me up and over his shoulder and marches us into the bedroom. My ass is in the air and there’s nothing I can do about it. He launches me onto the bed and crawls over me. I can’t help it, I’m wet already. Probably since before I rang his buzzer. Probably since lunchtime.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he says, pressing kisses between my breasts. “So much.”
I sigh, content to let him explore me. I love how reverent he is with my body. How he treats me like I’m precious. It makes me feel adored. And to be adored by a man like Hunter feels better than anything I could possibly imagine.
I grab at his T-shirt, desperate to feel more of his warm skin against mine.
“So impatient,” he says.
“Yes. I want you. I want all of you.”
“You have me,” he breathes, sitting back on his heels, pulling my ass up onto his lap. “And I have you. Body and soul.”
I think he took my soul way before he took my body.
“You have both,” he continues, before I can confess that he owns me entirely. “And I’ve given them willingly. And I want to be with you and marry you and tell the world how I feel, but I can’t possibly feel more for you than I do in this moment.”
He plunges his fingers into me and I gasp. I’d forgotten how good he feels, how he knows exactly what he needs to do to unlock my bliss.
“Jesus Christ.” He sucks in a breath. “You’re always so wet.”
“I’m always ready for you,” I say.
“Even when we’re in line for sandwiches?”
I nod. “Anytime I’m anywhere near you.”
