“I do too. Evie has known I’ve wanted you for years.”
I gasped. “What?”
Mateo’s smirk told all. “Yeah.”
“I can’t believe she never told me. What a traitor.”
“It’s okay. Worth the wait.” Mateo hummed. “We should definitely seduce Levi.”
The way my pussy reacted to that told me that my entire body agreed. “I’d like that.”
I smiled as Mateo pressed a kiss to the top of my head. I leaned against him, thinking about how right this felt.
“I need to go,” he whispered. “I don’t want to move, though. I want to stay with you like this all day. But the sun is well up and my truck is in your driveway. And if someone knocked on the door right now . . .”
My heart skipped a beat. “Give me two more minutes.”
“I’ll give you the rest of my life.”
My brows shot up and I tipped my head back to look at him. He planted a kiss on my lips before I said anything, his arms tightening around me until we were as snug as possible.
“Two more minutes,” he said softly.
I was going to soak up every second of them.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Levi
The only thing that was keeping me sane at this point was my camera.
Avery and Mateo were gonna be the death of me. I hadn’t seen them since I’d interrupted them, but that was probably for the best. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to say a damn thing without thinking back to how flushed they’d both been.
I knelt down as I took a couple of photos in the courtyard at Whynot Stay, listening to the trickle of water from the fountain behind me. It was quieter during the week, although there were still a few guests here.
My finger pressed the button a few times, every photo only slightly different. I stilled as a butterfly drifted down onto a cactus flower, its wings winking brilliant colors at me.
“How’s it going?”
“Fuck.” I jumped up, startled to see Mateo leaning over the courtyard fence and watching me.
He winced apologetically, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You scared the butterfly more than me,” I grumbled.
Although that wasn’t true. The butterfly was still on the flower, not giving a shit about the beautiful firefighter next to us.
Mateo was wearing firefighter pants with suspenders over a navy T-shirt. His muscles bulged, even when he was relaxed.
“Taking pictures?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“What for?”
“Fun.”
Mateo smirked. “A man of many words today.”
