Just One Kiss (Very Irresistible Bachelors #2) - Layla Hagen Page 0,53
so different from up here, magical somehow. It was dark already, but I could imagine that this place was flooded with light during the day.
I felt him come up behind me, touching my arm, resting his chin in the crook of my neck.
“I’m glad you like it. I don’t plan to let you out very soon.”
“Oh, and what do you have in mind to make that happen?”
“I have a few ideas.” He moved his mouth up my neck, teasing the sensitive skin with his lips. When I felt the tip of his tongue, I shuddered. If there was a better feeling than being wrapped in this man, I didn’t want to know it.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked.
“Yes. First things first. You should drink tea.”
He looked perplexed. “Why?”
“Preemptive measure against a cold.”
“Babe, I’m fine.”
“I want to make sure you’re fine tomorrow too.”
His gaze softened. “Okay.”
Adrenaline pumped in my veins. When I was with him, I was able to let go in a way I never had, and just have fun.
And my belly? A crazy number of butterflies roamed around. I’d almost pushed the incident with Hank out of my mind.
“You ever work from home?” I asked him.
“Rarely.”
“If I lived here, I think I’d never leave. But I can work from anywhere.”
“You always wanted to be a reporter?”
“I’ve always wanted to write. Well, books, but you know, I got this job and sort of put everything else on the backburner.”
“You should try it,” he said with a smile that was contagious. What was it about him that made it so easy not just to voice my dream, but also imagine what it would take to go after it?
***
Ryker
“How long have you lived here?” she asked while we were waiting for the water to boil in the kitchen. I hadn’t even known I had tea, but Heather found everything in one of the drawers.
“Two years. Lived further away before, but I wanted to cut the commute as short as possible.”
“Is this one of Hunter’s buildings?”
“No. They don’t do too many residential projects. I just saw an advertisement for this. After checking it out, I came back with my siblings and Hunter to get their opinion.”
“You do everything as a group, huh?”
“A lot of things, yeah. I just trust them, so I know they’ll tell it to me straight.”
“What do they say about me?”
“That you’re just what I need.”
“And what do you think?”
“They’re right, as usual.”
She smiled brilliantly. “I like a man who’s not afraid to admit others are right too.”
I chuckled, taking the cup of tea she handed me. We went to the couch, and I pressed a button to open the doors of the dresser where the TV was hidden.
“Wow. You have one of those fancy TV sets. It’s like a home cinema.”
“It’s pretty great, yeah. Want to watch something? Here’s the remote.”
“Ha! Don’t give me control of that, or you might regret it.”
“Have at it.” I watched her flick through channels, but I could tell she was still worried about the run-in at the bar.
I pulled her into my lap. She yelped, letting go of the remote.
“I can feel you stressing,” I said.
“I don’t know how to stop.”
“I do.”
I ran my fingers from her ankle to her inner thigh, feeling her muscles tighten with tension—but a different kind than before, which was my goal. When I reached the hem of her skirt, she grinned, turning around and straddling me.
I’d gotten used to being on my own in the apartment, but I wanted this woman here, with me, and I’d never had this impulse before: to want to do everything together, even something as simple as watching TV or talking. It was the first time I was experiencing this, and I wanted to explore every facet of it with Heather.
We barely slept that night, but I figured we could just sleep in the next morning, since I didn’t have to go to work too early. Except I woke up to a thunderstorm. They weren’t common in April, so the sound startled me out of a deep sleep.
“Morning.” Heather stood in the doorway of the bedroom, hair damp, wearing my robe. Fuck, she looked good wearing that, walking barefoot around my apartment. I wanted her to feel at home here.
“Morning. Want to grab breakfast across the street? I have some time before I need to be in the office,” I said.
“I don’t know. Not really get-out-of-the-house kind of weather.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “Are you talking dirty to me?”