Page 123 of Billion Dollar Mistake

She shrugs. “For as long as needed.”

I grow quiet.

My admiration and respect for her deepens as our connection strengthens overtime.

I park in the garage and then open her door. Without exchanging words, she gets out of my car gracefully. I take her by the hand and lead us inside.

We don’t speak. I just walk through my house all the way until I have us in my bedroom. I need her. The pressure to have her has been burning all night and right now I’m about to pop.

As soon as we enter my room, my mouth is on hers. A deep feral growl rips through me.

I walk her backward until we’re close to my bed. My tongue skims her lips to encourage her to open them. When she does, our tongues collide––hers is demanding inside my mouth.

And I hate the knowledge that I can’t have this or her all the time.

I’ve never thought or asked this of a woman before, but with Nova, I want it. No fuck. I need it.

“Come live with me,” I rasp between hot kisses.

Her hands unbutton my shirt as she gazes at me longingly.

“When?”

“Now.”

“I can’t…” she whispers.

“Why not?”

She blinks and she’s pushing my shirt down my arms until it falls to the floor.

“It’s too soon,” she breathes.

“To who? My family adores you as much as me. Your family seems to like me. Would they be opposed?”

She snorts. “No. You have their approval.”

“I do?” I ask surprised. I knew her mom liked me, but her dad was hard to read. I try to remember what they said tonight that would gain that much confidence from her.

“Trust me. You answered all my dad’s questions, and you watched football with him on the sofa. You have him. Mom was in the kitchen gushing over how perfect you are and how you look…” She trails off.

When I realize she won’t continue, I push to hear the rest. “Look what?”

“How you look at me differently.”

My mouth curves slowly and seductively. Not hiding the fact that I know I do. “Oh, I do. You shine so bright when you're in a room. You make it impossible not to stare. I’m addicted to you. My beautiful star.”

I sound like such a wimp, but I can’t help the way she makes me feel.

Her hands trail over my hot chest to the sides of my face. She rises on her tiptoes and kisses me. “You have no idea how powerful you are. Always working hard. You’re admirable.”

I think my heart stops.

“You think me working hard is admirable?” I ask in disbelief.

“Of course,” she says.

Nova doesn’t get jealous or worry. And I’m glad because I don’t want anyone else; I only want her.

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