“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes wide on his.
“Getting comfortable. Now, what did you want to talk about?”
“We’re getting into this already?”
“I like to have things out on the table. It makes moving forward a helluva lot easier. So do you want to start, or should I?”
Well, with him looming over her like he was, she was disinclined to say much of anything really. Her stomach was twisting with so many nerves, she was lightheaded. The last time anyone had made her feel anything like it, she was in the tenth grade and facing down a yearlong crush.
That was a tickle compared to what Blake made her feel.
Taking her silence as answer, Blake jumped right in. “Okay, my reason for being here then.” He turned to face her, his jacket creaking as he stretched his arm across the back of the sofa. “I did some thinking, and I was wrong. I like having a woman in my bed more than a night. Hell, I like having a woman in my bed, period. And it’s been a while since that happened.”
A thrill bubbled in her chest as Gabby took this in. “Are you saying you changed your mind?”
“About you being in my bed? Absolutely.”
“I don’t know what to say. What changed your mind?”
A dark smile played about his lips and his hand came up to play with her hair. “That kiss. I haven’t gotten a single good night’s sleep since. It’s all I think about.”
“Me too,” she confessed.
“Good, then we’re in agreement?”
“Ah…about what, exactly.”
“About you being in my bed. Not every night of course. And when I say you’re in my bed, I mean my bed, Gabby, no one else’s. I don’t share.”
“Of course not,” she said automatically, then frowned. “I haven’t even agreed to anything yet, and you’re talking like it’s a done deal.”
Moving closer, Blake slipped his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head and demanding her undivided attention. “You’ve been thinking about me. About our kiss.”
Her tongue dragged over her bottom lip in answer, and his gaze latched onto the movement.
“I assume you want more?”
She nodded, her answer coming in the form of a rapidly increasing heart rate and the inability to breathe without opening her mouth. Which only invited his delectable mouth closer.
“Because I want more, and, Gabby?”
He leaned in, his mouth hovering over hers. “I get what I want. Always.”
An invitation to his bed and an excuse to touch and be touched by him any time she wanted? Who was she to argue?
About The Author
J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Series. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.
J.C. earned her own happily ever after when she married her high school sweetheart. Living in the Northwest, they have three amazing children and far too many pets and spend much of their free time together enjoying movies or the outdoors. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.
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