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"You're naked for me, aren't you?" he asks.

"You could always come back up here and find out," I tease, snuggling up beneath the blankets that now smell like him.

The front door opens again.

"Little one," Granger calls from downstairs.

My smile grows so big it nearly splits my cheeks.

No, he's not going to have to try very hard at all.

Chapter Seven

Granger

"Hey,baby.It'sArwen."

I grip the phone tightly in my hand as her sweet voice whispers down the line. Desire stirs, hitting me like a fist at the breathless hitch in her voice. Every word I meant to say leaves my mind in an instant. The only thing left behind is burning hunger and the need to hear her come undone for me one more time.

"I need you naked," I growl.

"Oh, yeah? Then maybe you should come and do something about that," she says.

I grind my palm against my cock, laying my head back against the seat of my truck. "I would, but then we'd have a problem."

"You naked is never a problem in my book, Granger."

I chuckle, fighting the urge to pull my cock out right in the middle of her fucking parking lot to relieve the pressure. She's hot enough to tempt a saint, and I've never been one of those. Hell, when it comes to her, I'm barely even a gentleman. But I'm not going inside until I say what I need to say.

If I do, I'll have her naked and beneath me before we talk. And I don't want to wait to have this conversation. It's waited too damn long already.

"I have something to tell you, little one."

"You're finished with the roof," she whispers.

"Yeah, we're finished." We finished yesterday, but I stuck around today to make damn sure it was perfect. Any excuse to be close to her for a little while longer.

"What happens now?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Oh."

"Move in with me," I blurt. I've been thinking about it non-fucking-stop. I'm not ready to not see her every day. Truth is, I won't ever be prepared not to see her every day. I'm in love with this woman and won't anything change that. I don't need time to know how I feel about her. I know it now. I knew it before the first time we fucked. The last week has only confirmed what I knew then. She owns me, body and soul.

"You want me to move in with you?"

"Fuck yes," I growl. "Been thinkin' about it all week, little one."

"Granger, is this because you won't be here every day anymore?"

The door of her apartment flies open. She steps outside, her dark curls loose around her face, and the phone clutched at her ear. She's dressed in a silk robe, the belt cinched tight around her waist. Every inch of her creamy legs is visible. Like always, I lose the ability to think straight as soon as I set eyes on her.

I climb from the truck, pulled toward her as if a magnet connects the two of us.

"Move in with me," I whisper, stopping in front of her.

"We're still on the phone."

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