Penelope’s expression turned wary, and she bit her lip for a moment before asking, “You don’t need me anymore?”
I almost snorted at how completely wrong she was, but I didn’t want her to think I was laughing at her. “The complete opposite, angel. I need all of you.”
Her blue eyes brightened, and a smile curved her pretty lips. “You want me here full-time?”
I nodded. “More than that. You’re moving in.” I probably should have phrased it as a question. Except it wasn’t up for debate, so why pretend?
Her eyebrows shot up, and I waited for her to object—my mind already running through everything I could think of to convince her to stay without being forced to resort to chaining her to our bed. Instead of arguing, however, her smile widened, and she nodded. “Okay.” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Was it really going to be this easy?
“I can move this weekend if you’d like me to start right away.”
“Your things are already here and put away, angel.” I smirked and winked at her, completely unapologetic for my actions. “You’ll be staying here tonight.”
Penelope’s gaze fell to her lap, and her blush intensified while her free hand fidgeted with her hair. “What room will—um—where will I be sleeping?”
I gently squeezed her hand before standing up and tugging her onto her feet beside me. Now seemed as good a time as ever… “Come with me.” I mentally grinned, knowing that would not be the last time I uttered those words tonight. We made our way up to the second floor, and I guided her to the room I’d had redone for her.
I set her hand on the doorknob and finally let it go. She nodded and gave me a tremulous smile. “This is great. I’ll be close to Tucker.” The morose tone in her voice confused me until I caught the almost imperceptible look of longing she tossed to the room across the hall. I suppressed a triumphant smile and placed my hand atop hers to help her twist the knob so the door swung open.
Penelope’s face registered shock as her eyes swept over the room, taking it all in. The walls were a soft gray with white molding and a delicate pink border on the top. A large, rectangular window on the back wall was framed with frilly pink curtains that matched the ones surrounding a bassinet made of dark gray wood. The rest of the furniture was also darker gray while the stuff on the walls and the things placed around the room were a mixture of white and pink, with some other pastel colors thrown in.
“Do you like it?” I inquired softly.
Silently, she entered the room, and once she stood in the middle, she did a complete turn. “It’s amazing,” she breathed with an expression of awe. When she finished her rotation and faced me again, she cocked her head to the side. “Are you planning on having another baby?”
I nodded. “I want a baby girl who looks just like her beautiful mother, and Tucker needs a little sister to protect.” I almost grinned at the tightening of her lips and narrowing of her eyes. She looked…jealous.
“Will the mother of your child be moving in, too?” she snapped. I didn’t hold back my grin this time when I nodded again. Penelope huffed, clearly annoyed with my cagey response, and marched from the room. I turned slightly but didn’t move out of the doorway, forcing her to slide her body along mine as she went by.
A small groan escaped at the feel of her soft curves pressed against me. She halted at the sound but didn’t turn back. I closed the space between us in two steps and pulled her back to my chest with one hand on her hip and the other splayed, palm open on her belly. Burying my nose in her hair, I didn’t bother to hide my deep inhale or the hard ridge of my cock pressing into her ass. She smelled so fucking sweet, and my mouth watered in anticipation. I was nearing the end of my rope, and the little shiver that raced through her body was like adding kindling to fire already burning for her. “How about I show you where your new room is, angel?” I mumbled.
Penelope swallowed audibly, and her head bumped against my nose when she nodded. “Oops,” she whispered adorably, making me chuckle before placing a kiss on top of her head. Without changing positions, I urged her forward and walked her to the entrance of the master suite.
“This is your room,” I informed her as I removed my hand from her hip and swept her hair away from her shoulder so I could place my lips on her neck.
“But—this is your room…” Penelope murmured before gasping when I nipped at her delicate skin.