might as well keep going. “My house never felt like much of a home growing up. I always promised myself that when I had my own place, it would actually feel like home.”
Leah stopped walking, turning abruptly toward me. Her hand came up and she brushed a lock of hair off my forehead, tipping her head back to look into my eyes.
“You’ve really managed to do that,” she said softly, then grinned to lighten the moment. “You wouldn’t happen to be in the market for a roommate, would you?”
“Nope, but you’re welcome to stay whenever you want to.” She hadn’t moved back, still standing so close to me that the world around us seemed to disappear.
One of my hands came to rest on her hip, and I set my glass down on the dining-room table next to us before taking hers from her hand and doing the same with it. She let me take the glass, her eyes following my movements until my free hand went to her other hip.
“Are you sure?” she asked playfully. “The company I work for is a pretty big deal. I’m sure they’d pay you well for my room and board.”
I pulled her closer to me, wrapping one of my arms around her and tugging until her chest was flush with mine. “If you ever end up rooming with me, it wouldn’t be for the money.”
Some of the humor faded from her eyes as she brought her arms up to loop them around my neck. She was still smiling, but her gaze was questioning what I was doing. Although I saw the questions, I didn’t answer them. I couldn’t. Because I didn’t know the answers. All I knew was that whatever it was felt right.
My head lowered, my mouth descending slowly enough that she could’ve pulled away if she wanted to, but she didn’t. At the first press of my lips to hers, I let out a soft groan and she opened for me, pressing herself up against my chest.
“Dane,” she whispered between kisses, my name a soft plea as she pushed her fingers into my hair.
I responded by holding her tighter, kissing her harder as I walked us back in the direction of my sofa without lifting my head away from hers. When I felt the press of the cushion behind my knees, I sat down and brought her with me.
She planted her knees on either side of my legs, kissing me deeply as her chest mashed against mine. One of my hands stroked her back, all the way up until I was holding the side of her head while devouring her mouth.
My other hand ran up and down her side, feeling her bra strap underneath the material hiding her from my gaze. She moaned when I brushed my fingers along the side of her breast, nipping at my lips as her hips started rocking against mine.
I was hard as a rock underneath her already, grinding into her from below as she continued rocking. Very soon, we were making out like teenagers and dry humping right there on my couch.
But we’re not kids anymore. There’s no reason this can’t go any further.
With that thought in mind, I shifted underneath her and reached for the button on the jeans she’d changed into after the interview. Once it was undone, I tugged down on her short zipper. As my fingers moved underneath her waistband, she caught my wrist and broke our feverish kisses.
Her lips were swollen, her pupils dilated, and her lids were heavy, letting me know that she wanted this as much as I did, but she’d still stopped me. I arched a brow at her, thrusting my hips up again and seeing her eyes cloud over with pleasure as I did.
She didn’t let go of her grip on my wrist, though. Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, she dropped her head back and let out a moan of protest.
“We can’t,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t get me wrong, I really want to, but we shouldn’t.”
“Why not?” I gritted out, my gaze locked on her as she sucked in breath after breath. “There’s no one else here and I don’t know about you, but I don’t have anywhere I need to be.”
“It’s not that,” she said, slowly gaining control over her labored breathing as she brought her eyes back to mine. Amusement sparked in them as she squirmed in my lap. “As much as I would love to take this big boy out for a