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Grabbing my hand, Jett interlocks our fingers.
Terracotta tile floors lead us through serene hallways, while a variety of green Oriental rugs warm our toes.
“I love all of the green. I’ve never seen a house use this much color as a neutral, but it works so well.”
Stopping at the bottom of the wrought-iron staircase, he finally turns to face me, darkness and lust taking over his features.
Keeping our fingers intertwined, he starts at my wrist and smoothly glides his hand up my arm until he reaches the base of my neck, where he usually loves to settle his large hand.
Where, I, too, love his large hand to be.
“Yeah, green goes perfectly with everything.”
CHAPTER 39
JETT
I can’t believe she’s really here.
When I bought my house in Greenway, it was purely to be close to my parents and my nephews. I didn’t have much of a life here anymore. My life was in the city, but after the last few years, I felt the need to have a home. A place someone could come home to.
A home one day she will come home to.
“Can I show you my bedroom?” I ask, breathless and so damn determined to have her fully to myself.
Those green globes shine brightly into my soul as she nods at my question.
Women have never made me nervous; I’ve always known I can pull out my charm and be guaranteed it’ll work. Not this woman, though.
As we trail up the steps, I feel Fia’s heartbeat in my hand, and I can’t help casting a worry about the next couple of weeks.
I want to be enough for her; I want this to be more than temporary.
“I can show you the guest room once we’re done if you want to stay there until you’re comfortable.”
Hesitant to demand that she stay in my room, I settle for keeping her near, although I want nothing more than to wake up to the smell of her hair and the whisper of her breath.
“Wouldn’t staying in the guest room defeat the purpose of being your girlfriend?” She smiles, narrowing her eyes playfully.
Stopping at the rounded wooden door, I can’t help but turn around and stare at her curved lips.
Fuck, I want to kiss her.
My mouth dries as her lips part just slightly when she notices how deeply I’m staring. I want to taste her, but we have plenty of time for that. When I finally kiss her again, I want her to know I mean it.
“Well…yes, but it’s no rush.”
Opening the door to my room, the wood from outside follows in a herringbone pattern on the other side of the door. The large oasis is a space I took my time with. My four-post king-size bed is built from thick and modern-shaped mahogany, and the cashmere bedding is the softest, most desirable fabric I could find.
Warmth and honey colorways travel throughout the room, making the ambiance automatically feel homey yet sultry.
“Oh, I think I’ll be just fine in here,” Fia coos from behind me, releasing my hand and taking it upon herself to assess her new surroundings.
“You like it?” I almost fucking whimper, desperate to know that the space I created with her in mind is up to par.
“Like it?” She eyes the perfectly made bed. Without a second thought or an ounce of impulse control, she belly flops right onto the middle, forcing my dick to harden immediately. “I fucking love it. I’ll be here if you need me.”
Stalking in her direction, I grab her exposed ankles and yank her so her legs are spread to accommodate my large frame, bringing the apex of her thighs right to the center of my pants.
