larger until the whites are exposed. “You’re serious?”
“Completely. This playboy is no more. Cupid has shot my heart with an arrow.”
“He should’ve shot your ass instead.” Rex smirks.
“That’s all you have to say? Your younger brother confessed he’s in love and you make fun of him. What kind of big brother are you?”
“A patient one for putting up with you all these years.”
“You might have a point,” I agree.
“Adam, I’m happy for you. I hope your feelings for Roxanne last. If they don’t, and you break her heart, I can’t be held responsible for what Danika does. If it comes down to her happiness or yours, which do you think I’m picking?”
“You know, for the first time in my life, I understand putting someone else’s happiness above all others’.”
Rex rubs his forehead. “Jesus. You really are in love.”
I chuckle. “I told you so.”
“Hey there.” Roxanne smiles as she saunters toward me. Echoing her smile, my gaze glides down her curves. lingering on her bare legs beneath the knee-length skirt.
Is she wearing a thong or panties?
There’s one way to find out.
I drop everything from my hands, and in two giant steps she’s in my arms and our lips are connected. I’m overcome by the same wave of weakness in my chest that’s been crashing into me every time we touch.
Our kiss continues longer than I intended, but she feels so amazing, it’s difficult to stop. Running my hands over her ass, I get my answer.
Thong.
Schwing—my dick’s reply.
I finally tear my lips from hers, dragging in a harsh breath. “How’s your day been so far?”
“Extremely busy, or I would’ve been down to see you sooner.” She pouts her full lips.
“It’s just as well that you didn’t visit earlier. Rex was here helping me, and he was on a tight schedule. I hope you don’t mind that I told him about us.”
She shakes her head. “Why would I?”
“I don't know. Women get mad about things that make no sense to me.”
She slaps my arm. “Don’t generalize about women. It’s rude. Yes, there are some who act crazy, but there are way more who don’t. Also, there are plenty of men who are just as bad. And FYI, I am not one of those women who loses their shit over the slightest thing.”
“I didn’t think you were, but you have to admit that you didn’t like me very much at first. So how could I be sure?”
“Actually, I liked you more than I wanted to, and certainly more than I could admit to myself.”
I wink. “I think I’m ninety-nine percent sure I get what you’re saying. You wanted to jump me at first sight.”
She snorts. “Hardly. Did I think you were hot, yes. But I also figured you were a conceited dickhead.”
“And still here we are. I guess we’re meant to be.”
“It does seem that way. When they say love is blind, they’re not kidding,” she teases.
“Hey.” I pretend to scowl. “I’ll spank your ass for that later.” She smirks, appearing to be on board with my threat. Hot damn.
She rises on her toes, pressing a kiss on my lips. Her hand tenderly caresses my cheek. I catch hold of it and press a kiss to the middle of her palm.
She wrinkles her nose. “I would stay, but I need to get back to work.”
“I wish we could be together tonight, but I have to head to another job site after I leave here. I’m not sure how late we’ll finish up. It’s a reno on a house, and the owners haven't moved in yet. We need to take advantage of some late-night work hours. Will you come over to my house for dinner tomorrow night?”
She grins. “I’d love to. Can I bring anything?”
Gripping her ass, I tug her closer. “Just bring yourself. You’re all I need.”
The candles are lit all around the screened in back porch, setting the mood for a romantic dinner. I’ve set bowls of Chinese food out on the granite bar top, buffet style, and placed two of my best plates on the glass table where we’ll be dining. No paper plates for Roxanne. At least not yet. I’m still trying to convince her I’m worthy of her affection—even though I’m sure I’m not. She’s a freaking goddess. There isn’t a man alive worthy of her love.
Music.
I snap my fingers and set my speaker up. I can’t believe I almost forgot the music. I even made a soft rock dinner playlist for tonight. I hope she likes my choices.
My doorbell