Manfax (Winter Brothers #2) - Jacob Chance Page 0,64

rings, and I take one more glance around before hurrying to the door. I want everything perfect for Roxanne. Twisting the knob, I tug the door inward.

“Hi.” She grins. My only reply is to grab her wrist and tug her inside. She slams into my chest as I push the door closed. And then I’m kissing her. And kissing her some more. I’m tempted to take her upstairs and throw her down on my king-sized playground. But for now, the playground remains off-limits. We have dinner and conversation to enjoy. And then we can fuck.

Our lips part, and we stare in stunned silence at one another. Our incredible connection grows stronger every time we come together. Maybe that’s the way it is when you’re in love with someone. The feelings are more powerful the more time you’re together.

Powerful enough to make my chest ache in the best way possible.

Jesus. My heart might explode from my chest cavity if we’re together as long as I plan on being.

“Come on, I’ll show you around.” I lead her on a tour of each room in my house, envisioning her living here the entire time.

“Adam, this is beautiful. Did you do all the renovating yourself?”

“I did.” I smile with pride. I love my house. All the money and hard work I’ve sunk into this place feels worth it as I watch Roxanne looking around. Her obvious approval pleases me.

She runs her fingers along the edge of the wainscoting. “All the woodwork is beautiful.”

“Refinishing it all was a labor of love, but I’m glad I made the choice to put the extra time in. Craftsman bungalows aren’t too common in this area, and I wanted to stay true to its heritage.”

“You should be proud.” She squeezes my hand.

“Come on. Let’s eat dinner before everything gets cold.”

She sniffs the air. “Are we having Chinese?”

“We are.”

“Did you make it or is it from a restaurant?” she inquires.

“It’s from my favorite restaurant. I can cook meat and potatoes, but Chinese food is above my skill level.” We fill our plates at the buffet, and I direct her to the table. “Have a seat.”

I sink down onto the empty seat beside her. The other side of the table is too far away. As much as I’d love to see her face during the meal, my need to be close to her is more urgent.

There isn’t much dinner conversation after all. Both of us are too focused on cleaning the heaping amount of food on our plates. When we’re finished, we move to the padded wicker couch to cuddle. Roxanne shivers, and I grab the blanket draped over the armrest, covering us both. Wrapping an arm around her, I ask, “Is that better?”

She nods, snuggling closer.

“I added this room after I moved in. I had such a clear vision of what it would look like when it was finished. I imagined relaxing out here with someone special, but I wasn’t sure it would ever happen until now. And being here with you far exceeds anything I imagined.”

“You’re pretty sweet for a manwhore.” She titters.

I clear my throat. “I think you mean reformed manwhore.”

26

Adam

Roxanne and I have been going strong for a solid month now. We’ve managed to see each other almost every night, even though I’ve finished the renovation in her office building.

We take turns sleeping at each other’s houses. I know our relationship has progressed fast, but when it’s right, why wait? I’m hoping at some point I can get her to move in with me, but I’m not going to rush her. It will happen in due time.

And if she refuses to give up her house, I’ll sell mine. I understand that purchasing her house was an important symbol of her independence. I would never want to take that away from her. However, for me, home is wherever she is.

Turning into her driveway, I park, leaving the truck running. She’s out the door before I reach it. My feet halt on the walkway as my eyes drink in her beauty. Her voluptuous shape is wrapped in a sleek, black, short-sleeved dress. Her high heels, made of some animal print, will be staying on when I fuck her senseless later.

“You look amazing. I can’t wait to show you off.” I hold out my hand, and she weaves her petite fingers between mine. Leaning down, I brush my lips against hers. “I don’t want to ruin your lipstick,” I explain. “I have a fantasy of it being all over my