A Touch of Summer

"Maybe."

His eyes light up. He shoves it into the bag, zips it up and then snags my hand, pulling me out of the closet.

"Wait!" I giggle, pulling away from him when he tries to pick me up. "I need shoes for work."

"Sunshine, we both know you're just going to kick them off at your desk and put on your little pair of flats. You do it every day."

"So?" I huff, ducking under his arm to grab three pairs of my favorite heels. "I like shoes. They're pretty."

"You're pretty in them. You need anything from the bathroom?"

"My toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, razor, and makeup."

He shakes his head, smiling, but he follows me to the bathroom. "You don't need makeup, Summer. You're beautiful. Besides, we can come get the rest of your shit this weekend."

"The rest of my stuff?" I drain the bathtub and toss a towel down to soak up all the water on the floor before I grab a toiletries bag out of the cabinet and start putting all the stuff I need into it.

"Yeah," he says, watching me in the mirror. "I'm not waiting a few months before you move in. Fuck that. We'll pay to break your lease early."

It's my turn to go completely still. I'm pretty sure I even stop breathing. He wants me to move in with him. Like…right now.

"I'm not sure if I can afford to do that." I might be able to do it, but I need to crunch the numbers. I can't think right now though. He just knocked my world out of orbit.

"We can afford it, sweet girl. I'm not spending months without you in my bed," he growls. "We've already spent too fucking much time apart. I need you with me so I know you're safe. Besides, I know you want it too." He drops my bag to the floor and prowls toward me, backing me up into the vanity. He looms over me, all bossy and sexy.

"I do, but I can't just move in with you after one day, Dominic." Doing that would be crazy…right? I really want to do it even if it is nuts. I've been sure about him since I met him. That's not ever going to change.

"You can. Don't you want me to take care of you when you wake up moaning my name at night, sweet girl?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Don't you want my cum inside you while you sleep?"

"Uh huh."

"Don't you want to pass out on top of me after I make you cum over and over?"

I bob my head this time. I do want that. So bad.

"Then move in with me," he says, though it's more of a demand than a request. He blocks me in, placing his hands on either side of the vanity. His lips brush my forehead and them across my lips. "I've been sleeping without you for long enough. Don't make me tie you to my bed to keep you in it, Summer. I'm fucking desperate enough to do it."

My core clenches and I whimper.

"You like that thought." He rocks his hips forward until his erection nudges my stomach. "Fuck, sweet girl. You're going to wreck me, you know that? Just thinking about you tied to my bed has me ready to cum again."

"Me too."

His eyes darken, his nostrils flaring. "Tell me you'll move in with me and I'll give it to you."

"Okay."

"You're going to move in?"

I nod.

"Fuck," he breathes, ripping at the zipper of his pants. As soon as they're undone, he picks me up, wrapping my legs ar

ound his waist. His lips land against mine and he's inside me again, fucking me up against the bathroom wall.