Page 16 of Let Me Love You
I stare at the faded black and red LAU logo strewn across his chest, unable to look him in the eye as I replay my conversation with my mom.
“Tell me,” he pushes.
“Did I bully you into asking me to move in with you?” I blurt out.
“What?”
“Did I bully you into asking me to move in with you?” I repeat. My voice is stronger as my eyes meet his from beneath the brim of his worn black baseball hat.
His mouth lifts. “Tell me you’re joking.”
“No, I’m not joking. I wanna know.”
He grabs my hands hanging limply at my sides, laces our fingers together, and wraps them around his back. Satisfied I’ll keep them there, he tugs me against him and starts swaying from side to side as I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest. The steady thrum-thrum of his heartbeat calms my own as I take a deep breath.
“Been dying to live with you since we were kids and you’d steal my gummy bears from my bedroom, Baby Thorne,” he tells me.
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s the truth.” He rubs his hand up and down my spine, comforting me. “And I mean it.”
“Am I being competitive? Am I jealous Ash and Colt moved in together, so I’m manipulating you into letting me move in with you?”
His dry chuckle warms my cheeks as he pulls away from me and forces me to look at him. “Who got in your head?”
“No one.”
“Blake,” he warns.
I wiggle out of his grasp and rest my forehead against his sternum instead. “I told my mom we were moving in together, and now she’s making me second-guess my motives. And yours.” I peek up at him again. “What are your motives, by the way?”
“For starters, I want to wake up to you every morning.” I snort as he leans closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I also want to have my skin scalded in my morning showers I share with you.” He kisses my cheek. “I also want to hear your laugh and your sarcastic responses when you tell me about your day.” His lips trail down to my throat as his hands find my back pockets. He slips them inside, cupping my ass. “And I want to fuck you whenever I want.” Craving friction, I press my breasts against him and spread my legs, letting his thigh settle between mine. “And I wanna call you mine.” His teeth drag against my neck as I tilt my head. “I don’t give a fuck about Colt or Ash. I only give a fuck about you, Baby Thorne.”
His fingers dig into my ass as he forces my hips to grind against his thigh, and I nearly moan, the pressure hitting in just the right place.
“Teddy,” I breathe out. “If you aren’t careful, we’re gonna miss our appointment.”
“Is this one for an apartment?” he murmurs against my throat, his hot breath making my skin tingle.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum.
“Then I don’t give a shit.”
I pull back, surprised. “What?”
“I don’t want to rent. I want to buy a house with you, Blake. And I want you to decorate it. And to make it cute and shit. And to pick out our sheets and our towels and everything else you want.”
“You forgot gym equipment,” I point out.
He chuckles and picks me up with ease, cupping the back of my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist. The familiar ridge of his cock teases me through my jeans, and it takes everything inside of me tonotgrind against him.
“Whatever you want, Baby Thorne,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry and…
Yeah. I don’t give a shit about our appointment anymore, either.
My palm slaps against the front door as I slam it closed, and he walks me back toward my bedroom without waiting for an invitation.
“And this isn’t you being impulsive or saying all the right things so you can get in my pants?” I ask, grabbing his hat and tossing it onto my bed.