“Yes,” I whispered. “I want to be with you. I want us, too.”
A smile lit his gorgeous blues as he lowered his brow to mine. “Thank God.”
My mouth curved in response, emotions flooding me. “I promise to try and not let my mother get to me.”
“Good.” He pressed a tender kiss to my lips, and then he stepped back, but his eyes were dark with desire. “Now, let’s get out of here before I remove that very nice dress and take you against this door.”
“Well…” I teased, though my body hummed with the same need I saw in him.
A low growl broke free, and before I could utter another word, he opened the door and stalked out, dragging me with him.
“War, wait.” I tugged his hand, my heart clopping a little harder at what I wanted to say.
He stopped, that direct stare pinning mine as if waiting for the other shoe to fall.
If I could, I’d avoid this topic forever, but I had to get this one thing off my chest. And I couldn’t just blurt it out since he never asked. Maybe he never would. Still, the thought was like a nagging toothache I couldn’t ignore. “About the future—”
“Don’t worry about that now. We’ll take it one day at a time.”
“Okay. We’ll be like Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell,” I said, forcing a little smile, while my insides were quaking. “We’ll grow old and gray without having things like marriage getting in the way.”
He stared at me as if I came out of left field and blindsided him. A burst of laughter reached us, and I glanced down the corridor. “We should join the others,” I suggested.
We shall see about that.
My head snapped back to him, my heart banging into my ribs. He didn’t just say that, did he? But War was watching the group of latecomers. Jeez, maybe my imagination was working overtime. Or my headache was making me hear things. Still, I could breathe easier now, with the no-marriage deal off my chest.
“Not Goldie,” he said, startling me.
“What?”
“I like Blue better. No girl ever flashed me her panties to get my attention the way you did.” His eyes gleamed with mischief.
“It was the darn wind,” I groaned for the millionth time. “Besides, all those other girls didn’t just flash you, they doubtless hauled their underwear off andthrewthe damn things at you,baringall.”
He kissed me, then dragged his sinfully seductive lips up along my jaw to my ear. “Don’t care about them, never did. Just you.”
Sighing, I pushed away from him when I just wanted to stay in his arms. “We should get back before someone catches us making out in the dark.”
“So?”
I laughed, grabbed his hand, and tugged him along. “Maybe we could leave now and go back to your place?” I asked. I needed the quiet, needed to be with him, after my foolish decision to leave nearly split us apart.
“It’sourplace,” he enlightened me with a glint in his eyes. “Since this is all serious and stuff, and you’re living with me.”
The oddest thing was, I did like being with War, liked living with him.
Still, I rolled my eyes. “Still separate bedrooms. I need my space.”
“Only when you’re working. My bed is the only one available to you from now on. We’re no longer frenemies, you maddening woman. You’re mine.”
Snorting, I slipped my arm around his waist. “Fine.”
“Your easy agreement bodes well for our future.”
I pinched his waist, and he chuckled. “I meant fine, we’ll try sharing a bed for a while and see,” I corrected.
He didn’t say anything, just smiled as if he knew better. “C’mon. Let’s say our goodbyes.”
