Jax closed his eyes and took a deep breath before meeting her gaze again. “Sweetheart, I need for you to spell it out for me. I’m dying here.”
Slipping off her stool, Gabby stepped in between his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do you promise never to leave Taylor and me again?”
“You couldn’t drag me away.”
“That’s good.” She pressed her lips to his in a barely there kiss. “I want you to move back in with us. I want to wake up with you beside me every morning. And I want to fall asleep every night knowing you’re there.”
“That’s what I want, too.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “I love you.”
“I love you, t—”
His mouth covered hers and she let herself be swept away by the kiss.
When they finally came up for air several minutes later, he’d snaked his hand up her shirt and was working his way under her bra. She needed to get out of these clothes. Pronto.
Gathering what little willpower she had left, Gabby tore her mouth away from his and backed away. Before he could protest, though, she grabbed his hand and began leading him toward the bedroom—their bedroom.