my hips, and in one effortless movement, I’m spun around and pushed back against the counter. He places his hands on the marble top, effectively caging me in with his body.
Tilting his head, he captures my eyes with his. “We’ve agreed to do this, so there’s no backing out. I understand you need time to adjust to us being in a relationship, but I won’t stand for you becoming awkward around me. How can I make this easier for you?”
I take a deep breath, then admit, “It’s not awkward, it’s…” My gaze drifts over his familiar handsome features. “I look at you, and I see my best friend, but when we kissed, it felt like you’re a different person. Does that make sense?”
His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me into a hug. My body instantly relaxes against his as I move my arms around his waist.
“That’s because I’m still your best friend,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. Then he pulls a little back, and lifting his hand to my cheek, his head lowers until his mouth presses against mine. The kiss isn’t wild and all-consuming but tender. His lips make me feel treasured, womanly… wanted.
When he ends it, his eyes lock on mine. “And now I’m your boyfriend. It’s a whole new side of me you need to get to know.”
My lips instantly curve up into a smile. “My boyfriend?”
His gaze warms as a tender expression relaxes his features. “For now. Go change into something comfortable so we can talk.”
I let go of him and dart up the stairs. Once I’ve changed into a comfy pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, I head back down to the living room.
Christopher’s taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He’s sitting on the couch, his forearms resting on his thighs while he stares at the coffee table.
When I get close, his head turns to me, and he leans back against the couch. I sit down beside him, and tucking one leg under the other, I position my body so it’s facing his.
Christopher assumes the same position, so we’re closer to each other, then he takes hold of my left hand. His thumb brushes over my ring finger. “Now that we’ve decided to do this, to be in a relationship, we need to talk about what’s next. You want a child. Honestly, if it were up to me, we’d get married tomorrow. But I want you to have your fairytale wedding, so all I’m asking is for us to get engaged before we have sex. I want my ring on your finger when you’re carrying my child.”
I can only stare at him as his words stun me to hell and back. It’s only normal we discuss this, but hearing him talk about it is… actually enticing. It makes him a million times more attractive to me.
My stomach flutters, and a smile creeps around my mouth. “Never in my life did I think I’d hear those words from you,” I say, letting out a chuckle.
The corner of his mouth curves up. “I also want you to move in with me.”
“What about my place then?” I ask, a slight frown forming between my eyes.
“You can rent it out or sell it. It’s yours, so you need to decide, but I’d prefer you keep it as an investment.”
“Okay,” I agree.
His mouth curves up into a sexy smirk, then he says, “So you’re moving in with me?”
“Yes. When?” I ask, so I know how much time I have to pack my things.
“Tonight.”
“Huh?” I gape at him.
“Spend the night at my place. We can move your stuff up to the penthouse this weekend.”
Tonight. Us.
I swallow hard before I ask, “Same room?”
He lets out a chuckle. “Same bed.”
Oh.
Ahhh…
Christopher lifts his hand to my face and brushes his fingers over my cheek and jaw. The soft touch makes my stomach tighten with anticipation.
“Let’s not forget the reason all of this started. You want a child. We’ll live together, get engaged, and let things happen naturally. I’m not going to jump you tonight.”
I let out a burst of laughter, and wrapping my arms around his neck, I give him a hug, then I mutter, “It’s scary how well you know me.”
CHRISTOPHER
I’m actually impressed with the ground we’ve covered today.
When Dash pulls back and our eyes lock again, I ask, “Do you want to shower before we head up or pack a bag?”
“I’ll pack a bag.” She gets up, then asks, “Will you