“Yeah.” This time, it’s Chloe who looks nervous. Shit. Is she about to let me down gently? I don’t know if I could bear it.
“I know we said it wouldn’t,” I rush out, “but it did. And I can’t stop thinking about it. Or you. And I was wondering if you’d maybe, kind of, sort of, be interested in doing more of that.”
She smiles at me. “As Drake and Cora or as Dax and Chloe?”
“You and me.”
Chloe studies me before crawling over to sit on my lap. She kicks her legs out, and I rest my hand on her warm, soft skin.
“What would you and I look like?” She drags a finger along my jaw.
“Kind of like what we have now. Maybe a bit more of what we did at the club.”
“Maybe with some kissing?”
She waggles her eyebrows at me.
“You want me to kiss you?”
“Yes, Dax. All I’ve been thinking about is how much I want you?—”
I kiss her. I crush my mouth to hers and holy fuck. We’re kissing.
And it’s the best fucking thing of my life.
The taste of her. The feel of her. The sounds she’s making.
I love every bit of it. When she gasps, I slip my tongue in her mouth. Her fingers dig into my biceps as we savor one another. We’re in no hurry.
I have dreamed of this for God knows how long. It’s better than I ever imagined.
“Wow.” Chloe pulls pack, resting her forehead against mine.
“Yeah.”
“What was the question you asked me?”
“About wanting to make this official.” I smile at her. “And possibly coming with me to the team gala that’s coming up in a few weeks.”
“I think you have my answer.”
“To which one?”
“To both.”
“I think I missed it.” I tap my lips. “Mind telling me again?”
She does just that. Telling me all afternoon how much she wants this.
Who knew having an adult conversation could be so easy?
Chapter Eighteen
CHLOE
“You know, when you suggested a date, this isn’t quite what I had in mind.”
“Want something fancier?” Dax asks.
