The Secret (Single in Seattle 1)

She opens the box, and when she pulls out a key, she frowns.

Okay, maybe this was stupid, but I’ve never asked someone to move in with me before. I don’t have any rehearsals under my belt.

“So, the front door doesn’t actually take a key,” I say as I try to muddle my way through. “It’s a code, but this is symbolic. I want you to move in here. With me.”

Olivia blinks in surprise and bites her lip.

“Yeah, it’s fast. But before I know it, I’ll have to be gone on location again, and I just want to be with you as much as I can. I’m a selfish man, and I want you.”

“It is fast,” she agrees softly.

“You can change anything in here that you want. Go crazy. I don’t care. I want you to make it yours because I want this to be your home. Our home.”

“Wow,” she whispers.

“Is that a no?”

“It’s a wow,” she replies and then grins at me. “Yes, I’ll move in with you.”

I close my eyes in relief, and then I pull her hand to my lips. “Thank God, I was afraid that was about to take a very embarrassing turn.”

“I was just surprised. You surprise me often.”

“I also have this for you,” I say and pass another box over the table.

“Do not ask me to marry you today,” she says, shaking her head. “Because I love you, and I’ll move in here, but this is still new and—”

“That’s not what it is,” I assure her. “Even I know when to chill.”

She laughs and opens the box, then sighs in that way women do when they see something that sparkles.

“Oh, how pretty.” She immediately pulls the diamond earrings out of the box and fastens them to her ears. “These are stunning. But it’s not my birthday or anything.”

“Presents just because are more fun,” I reply and enjoy the way the jewels sparkle on her ears. “Later, I’m going to make love to you, and you’ll wear only those earrings.”

Her eyes shine with interest. “Deal.”

Dinner was delicious. The staff has all left, and now I’m here, alone, with Olivia. Exactly where I want to be.

“This is nice,” she murmurs against my chest as we shuffle across the floor, slow dancing to a new Bruno Mars tune. “I needed to work off that pasta.”

I grin and kiss the top of her head. “I love this dress. It feels great.”

“Velvet is just so good,” she says with a sigh. “But it’s a bitch to work with. Totally worth it, though. Sorry, I geek out over fabric.”

“I don’t mind. You’ll have to pick a room for sewing.”

She pulls back and smiles up at me. “A sewing and fitting room would be awesome.”

“We can do that.” I kiss the tip of her nose and let my hand drift down to cup her ass. “It doesn’t feel like you’re wearing anything under this amazing dress.”

The light in her eyes dances. “Because I’m not.”

I stop cold, and my dick twitches. “Excuse me?”

“There’s no space in here for anything but me.”

“That decides it.”

I pick her up and, as she giggles in my ear, carry her up to my bedroom. I could take her on the couch, or in the kitchen, or anywhere.

And I will, eventually.

But tonight, I want her in my bed.

When she slides down my body, I gather her dress in my hands and then pull it up and over her head as she raises her arms, helping me.

“Fuck me,” I mutter when she’s standing gloriously naked before me. “Just that gorgeous strap of velvet was hiding this.”

“Clothes are fun,” she says with a grin. “And you have way more of them on than I did.”

My nerves are raw by the time I shed the last piece of clothing, finally out of that monkey suit, and reach for my woman. She fits against me like the missing piece of a puzzle.

And she is.

“I love your skin,” I say as I urge her back to the bed. “And I’m going to explore all your nooks and crannies tonight.”

That brings a quick grin to her gorgeous face.

“My nooks and crannies look forward to that.”

I kiss her, bite her lip, and then lay her back, flipping her over onto her stomach. Her skin is smooth and soft, and I love exploring all the lines and curves of her back, shoulders, and down her spine to her ass. I pepper her with wet kisses and grin when I notice that she has to grip tightly onto the bedding.

“Ah, this nook is awfully alluring.” I drag my finger down the crack of her ass to her slick folds. “So fucking sexy.”

“Mm,” she moans into the pillow and pushes her ass into the air.

“Like that, do you?” I bite the fleshy part of her ass, kiss over the small of her back and up to her neck, where I grip her thick hair in my fist, just the way she likes it, and tug as I slip inside her.