“Consider me offended.”
“Doubtful. Takes more than that to offend you.” But she smiled as she shifted to the side and pressed her lips to my cheek. Dotting kisses in a small path to my ear, she whispered, “I’d like you to live with me, Stan.”
“Sounds good to me.”
My immediate compliance had her jolting backward. “Oh, my god, this whole conversation was aboutmeaskingyouto move in, wasn’t it?”
I beamed at her. “Nope.”
“Liar!”
“I’m wounded.”
She scoffed but her fingers continued toying with the small whorl of hair at my nape and a glimmer of satisfaction had leached into her expression, which told me that the route might have been unorthodox, but she wasn’t unhappy about the destination.
I nuzzled my nose against hers. “Which nightstand do I get?”
“The side you sleep on, duh.”
“And the closet?”
“You can have the one in the guest bed because I think your wardrobe will be bigger than mine.”
“Yours is growing too.”
“Oh, how will I cope?”
“I think you’ll manage.”
“For sure.”
“Do you want something bigger? My apartment fits into your hall?—”
“I want what makes you happy and it makes you happy to be with family.”
“You’re an asshole, but you’re my asshole.”
I snorted. “Grazii, dream girl.”
She dipped in to snag my bottom lip between her teeth. With a quick nip, she pulled back but slotted her thighs around my hips. “I feel like we should celebrate us making it official.”
“I agree.” My fingers came to rest on her upper thighs, where skin met skin because of the casual short-shorts she wore. “I’m hungry.”
She pretended to think about it. “I have something you can eat.”
“Oh, you do?”
Her gaze was innocent as she shoved her hips forward and angled back. “I do. You can feast and I won’t say a word.”
“If you say a word… I’ll stop.”
She gasped. “That’s wicked!”
“I’m an evil man,duci.”
When her legs loosened, I almost complained, then I saw she hooked her heels on the edge of the counter, toes curling around it, and widened her thighs.
“How attached are you to these shorts?”
