the island. He shook off his navy blazer and draped it across the back of a wrought-iron stool. Gripping her around the waist, he pulled her to him. As for how she’d gotten in, he’d given her a key during their last date. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing and one of his best ideas in years.
“You didn’t have to cook,” he said. “We could’ve gone out.”
“I enjoy it. Plus, you sounded like you could’ve tore someone a new one on your message. I didn’t think going out was a good idea.”
“Aye. It was a horrible day.” He leaned forward to kiss her, then asked, “How was yours?”
Analeigh released him to walk to the back counter. Once there, she poured two glasses of red wine. She carried them over to him and after handing one to him, she sat hers on the island counter.
“Not bad,” she said while unbuttoning his pale blue shirt. “I taught two classes. Prepared the final exam. Oh, I met your neighbor.”
Blake paused in midsip. “Who?”
“Jesse Allen. She heard me in the hallway struggling with your lock and the groceries and came out to help.”
Analeigh pushed the fabric aside to reveal his chest. She ran her hands over his torso. Blake searched his memory for the name of his new neighbor. It didn’t sound familiar, yet he still couldn’t be too careful. He listened while Analeigh told him the woman had moved here from California for work as a contractor. Though it was only one passing conversation, Blake didn’t like that Analeigh was getting to know his neighbors. While he wanted her to be friendly—and he liked that about her—he wished that she was more guarded about who she talked to.
She stripped him of his shirt, then laid it on top his jacket. “She seems nice,” Analeigh said while walking to the wall oven to remove the steaks from the oven. “She asked about you.”
He stiffened. “What did you tell her?”
“Nothing. I may have mentioned you were a lawyer, but that was all.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “ I barely know anything about you.”
“That’s not true.”
She stopped scooping roasted potatoes on the black plate in her hand to look at him. “Really? I know you’re gone all the time. I didn’t know lawyers traveled that much.”
He heard the irritation in her voice. “I’m sorry. I explained that I take a lot of trips. Many are unscheduled.”
“I know. I thought I could deal with that, but I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
Blake moved toward her. With her back to him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into the curve of her neck where he planted kisses along her collarbone. Analeigh moaned. She set the plate on the counter.
“Maybe we just need a little more adjustment time,” she said quietly.
He lifted his hands to cup her breasts and swirled his thumbs around her nipples. “Probably. We’ve only officially dated for two months.”
“We’re not committed. And I don’t live here.”
“Yet.”
She smiled. “Is that the plan?”
“Eventually. That’s the five-year plan. You keep showing up naked and cooking me steak, that time line might get accelerated.”
With a laugh, she twisted around in his arms and placed her hands on his chest. “I’d like that. I already care deeply for you.”
He pressed his nose against hers. “As I do you, Ana. This place could use a woman’s touch. I’ve just got the bare bones.”
“It’s not bad. After a coat of paint and a few floral pillows, you’ll be set.”
Blake wrapped his hand around hers. He brought it to his lips and kissed her fingertips. “Actually, all I need is you.”
He pulled her closer to capture her mouth in a deep kiss. Instantly his heart swelled with joy. It was as if the sensation had spread from her heart and entered his. While he relished the feeling, what did that mean for him? For them? They were just beginning to come together as a couple. If they progressed, she would want the traditional trappings of a marriage and
Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman