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When he served her the finished food on a plate, her amber eyes sparkled at him and she tried to hide her shy smile.
“What?” he asked, taking a seat beside her at the island.
“Nothing.” She shook her head once and smiled down at her plate. “I’m just happy is all.”
He pulled his stool closer to hers and sat sideways so his bent knees caged her in. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her neck below her earlobe. “I’m happy too,” he murmured.
She tilted her head his direction. “Yeah?”
He slowly inhaled and then released it, his heart settling like a content kitten in the sun. “Yeah.”
She swallowed and rolled her lips inward, like she was trying to talk herself into saying something. He waited.
“After this will you stay with me? Upstairs?” She turned those gold eyes on him and he got a little lost in her unguarded sincerity. “From now on?”
“If that’s what the lady wants,” he said, voice rough. His hand on her knee flexed and he had to purposely hold still and not take her into his arms.
“I want that,” she answered in a soft, tentative breath.
This was big for her. He could feel it. To ask. To express her wishes.
In her business and in her art she knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to demand it. She didn’t let anyone push her around.
But when it came to things that were only for her—intimate, vulnerable, relationship things, the places where trusting someone had left scars and taught hesitancy—she kept quiet.
So, yeah, he knew the enormity of her request. And it filled him with determination. He would never be one of those people who left her with scars. In fact, she’d have to be the one to leave him. Because he knew he’d never willingly leave her.
“Okay, killer,” he said, touching her arm. “I got you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
TIMES LIKE THESE
ASA
He woke up that morning to a very naked Zara pressing soft kisses to his chest and neck. What followed could only be described as fantasy levels of perfection.
She’d never had shower sex before—which frankly was almost a crime—and he was happy to introduce that to her life.
They’d had coffee and breakfast and forced themselves to get dressed before Cas arrived.
But it wasn’t easy.
When they arrived at the studio it was as if they had the same mind about work. While the desire to touch her and kiss her and hold her was still very powerful, he had the self-control and wherewithal to know they’d have time later. And the waiting added an intoxicating layer to how much he craved her.
In his mind they were very careful about how close they stood, how much they touched, how long his gaze lingered. They hadn’tdiscussed what, if anything, they would tell the people around them.
He was fine with taking their time during this transition.
And he wasn’t exaggerating when he thought the music they made in the studio was the best of his life.
It was like discovering everything he loved about music and songwriting for the first time. Like the dream he had long ago wasn’t lost. It had just taken a detour andthiswas where he was always supposed to end up.
Making music with her.
Making love to her.
He felt alive and on fire and he hoped it never stopped.
