“Show me your bedroom,” I say, the words coming out bolder than I expect.
But I don’t take them back.
Not when I feel the shift in him.
Not when his chest rumbles low, something deep and primal answering me.
Oh Gods.
It’s so sexy.
And apparently?
Exactly the right thing to say.
Because the next thing I know—I’m off my feet.
“Rob—!” I gasp, laughing as he lifts me like I weigh nothing, my arms flying around his shoulders as he carries me toward the stairs.
“You’re carrying me?” I tease, breathless. “You sure you can handle that, Stripes?”
He growls at the nickname, but he doesn’t answer with words.
He just moves faster—taking the stairs two at a time like he’s got somewhere very specific to be.
Yeah, he does.
My heart is racing.
My pulse is loud in my ears.
This is happening.
This is really happening.
We barely make it into the bedroom before he’s kissing me again.
And this time?
There’s nothing careful about it.
Nothing hesitant.
It’s heat.
It’s hunger.
It’s everything he’s been holding back since the moment he walked into my shop.
“Gods,” he breathes against my mouth, his hands sliding over me like he’s trying to memorize every curve. “You’re so soft. So fucking sweet. Fuck, Hadley, I want you so damn bad.”
That alone—just hearing him say it?
It sends a rush of heat straight through me, flooding my panties. My body reacts before my brain can even catch up.
“I want you too,” I admit, my voice softer now, but no less certain.
His hands still.
