As I stood in the middle of my quiet apartment, looking around at everything that was missing, I realized this place didn’t feel like home anymore. Canyon’s house did.
A soft laugh bubbled out of me as I shook my head. The sneaky guy had been moving me in one overnight bag at a time. He’d done it so smoothly that I hadn’t even realized how much of my life had already shifted to his house.
The little thrill I felt stayed with me until a small flicker of doubt crept in.
Canyon spoke about our future like there was no version of his life that didn’t include me. But every once in a while, I caught these fleeting moments of tension in him. A tightness in his jaw, or a distant look in his bright blue eyes that disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared. Like he was carrying something heavy he didn’t want me to see.
I wrapped my arms around myself, and a tiny voice in the back of my mind whispered and made me wonder if there was something he wasn’t telling me.
I quickly shook my head, pushing the thought away because it wasn’t fair. Canyon had been nothing but all-in since the moment we met. Men who secretly regretted their relationships didn’t make space in their home the way he had for me.
I was being silly. Overthinking things because everything felt almost too good to be true.
The doubt faded as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once again by amusement. A soft smile tugged at my lips as I looked around my half-empty apartment one more time before heading back out.
The whole drive, I looked forward to how I was going to tease him. When I pulled up to the house, the lights were on, and I could see movement through the big windows. I parked, grabbed my bag, and headed inside, still smiling to myself.
When I stepped through the door, the delicious smell of something cooking hit me. Canyon stood at the stove in the kitchen, sleeves of his black Henley pushed up to his elbows. He looked unfairly gorgeous, and my heart gave a familiar squeeze at the sight of him.
He glanced over his shoulder when he heard me come in, his brow furrowing when he saw my expression.
I dropped my bag by the door, folded my arms across my chest, and tried to keep a straight face. “My apartment is practically empty.”
Canyon turned fully toward me, wiping his hands on a dish towel. For a second, he just studied me, that little furrow still between his brows. I could see him trying to figure out how much trouble he was in.
“You’re very sneaky, Canyon Madsen. I didn’t even notice it was happening until tonight.” I tilted my head, fighting the smile that wanted to break free. “But if you were gonna steal all my stuff anyway, you could’ve at least gotten my favorite reading chair.”
He stared at me, apparently stunned by my easygoing reaction. Setting my stuff on one of the stools, I shook my head with a soft laugh. “One bag at a time. Are you going to admit you’ve been moving me in without telling me, or are we going to pretend this was all an accident?”
With that, I winked and gave him a playful smile, then started walking toward the bedroom, hoping he’d follow.
Him secretly moving me in made me feel cherished. Like I truly belonged with him. And right now, I really wanted to show him just how much I liked that idea.
12
BLITZ
Iturned off the stove and moved quickly, stepping down the hall and following Aubrey toward the bedroom. My pulse already pounded in anticipation. The sight of her walking ahead of me drew my eyes to the sway of her hips and the slender line of her neck. My body tightened, arousal rushing through me so hard it made every muscle ache with need.
I reached her just inside the bedroom door, wrapping my fingers around her wrist and tugging her gently back toward me. She turned with a surprised, breathless laugh that was quickly swallowed as my mouth came down hard on hers. The kiss wasn’t soft or careful. It was full of the desperate intensity that had always been building between us.
I pressed her back against the doorframe, my hands sliding up her sides, exploring every sweet curve of her body as my tongue tangled hungrily with hers.
Aubrey’s arms went around my neck, pulling me closer, meeting my intensity with passion of her own. Her body arched softly against mine, pressing in just the right places to send hunger coursing through my veins. My cock hardened painfully,pulsing in sharp anticipation of what was to come, and I groaned roughly against her lips, tasting her fully as I deepened the kiss.
We stumbled together toward the bed, neither of us wanting to break contact for even a second. Clothes fell away hastily, stripped off and tossed carelessly aside until the warmth of her bare skin was finally beneath my palms. I guided her down onto the mattress, settling between her thighs. The feel of her perfect tits pillowed against my chest nearly made me lose control.
I took her without hesitation, thrusting deep and burying myself completely inside her, savoring the tight heat of her body wrapped firmly around me. “So fucking perfect, sunshine.”
Aubrey gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as her legs tightened around my waist. “Yes! Oh yes!”
I fucked her like I was trying to make sure she never forgot who she belonged to, moving in long, powerful strokes. Driving deeply and filling her fully with each thrust, watching as her eyes darkened, glazing with pleasure and need.
My voice turned rough, as I whispered against her ear. “You feel so fucking good with your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock, practically strangling me.”
Her nails dug more deeply into my shoulders as my dirty talk escalated into the possessive, breeding kink-filled talk that had surfaced from the deepest part of me. “Gonna keep your belly full of my babies, make sure you know beyond doubt that you belong to me.”
Aubrey’s cries grew louder and more desperate. She arched against me, her body tightening around me and pulling me closer with each urgent movement of her hips. She finally unraveled beneath me, her climax shuddering through her, pleasure visibly flooding every inch of her body. I followed her quickly, letting my release slam through me as I buried myself fully, pulsing inside her, filling her deeply and completely.
