“We?” He refrained from feeling hope. With JJ, he’d long ago learned to take things slow.
“Yep. You know, me and a certain sexy detective.”
“We’re in the market for a house?” he asked, keeping his tone cool.
“We are.”
He couldn’t hold back the smile any longer. “And she has one?”
“It’s the house she grew up in. When she moved in with Kaden and Keegan, they kept the house. She’s been sitting on it for a little while but told me she’d be willing to part with it if she found the right buyers.” JJ held her fork up, wiggled it. “It needs work.”
“You saw it?”
“No. She told me. I wanted to wait to see if you’d even be interested.”
Baz was back to holding his breath.
JJ’s eyes narrowed. “Are you not interested?”
“Oh, I’m interested,” he relayed gruffly. “You know me. I’m just takin’ baby steps here.”
JJ laughed, the sound something he’d gotten used to hearing lately.
“Well, this is not a baby step. It’s a major leap into a vast ocean.” She pinned him with a million-megawatt grin. “You interested in takin’ a dip with me, Detective?”
“JJ,” he growled roughly.
“Hmm?”
“Are you sayin’ what I think you’re sayin?”
“That I want to move in with you?” She giggled. “I think we’re past that point, don’t you?”
“That you wanna buy a house with me?” he clarified.
“Oh, good. I thought for a second you weren’t processin’—”
He cut her off when he launched to his feet. Baz grabbed her up, spun her around, and crushed his mouth to hers as he guided her toward his bedroom. She giggled as she walked backward, her arms wreathing his neck.
JJ’s laughter echoed around them, cut off abruptly when he tossed her onto the bed, followed her down.
“The house is gonna need some work,” she mumbled against his mouth.
“I’m not scared of work.” He yanked her T-shirt over her head, tossed it to the floor.
JJ unhooked her bra, pulled it off. “Lots of work. Like a total gut job.”
“I don’t mind gettin’ my hands dirty.” He yanked on the button of her jeans, dragged down the zipper.
JJ lifted her hips, letting him strip her pants down her legs.
“It would mean no more days off for a while,” she continued, tugging at his shirt when he shifted over her beautiful naked body.
“I’m sure I can suffer through,” he said, nuzzling her neck when she dipped her hands into the waistband of his shorts. He groaned softly when she cupped his ass, pulled him closer.
“Gonna have to get those shorts off,” she rasped.
Baz ground his hips to hers, let her feel the hard ridge of his cock against her delicate flesh.
