Rock with Me (With Me in Seattle, #4)(64)

“I think you’ve won over the band.” He links his fingers and mine and I trace the ink on his hand.

“It was the sex remark.” I smirk.

“They’ll never forget that,” he agrees and glares at me. “You’ll be punished for that.”

“You already punished me, babe. Hence, the clothes that don’t belong to me.” I point to Lori’s purple tee and smirk.

“Are you wearing her underwear too?” he asks.

“I’m not wearing any underwear at all,” I respond and yawn again.

Leo pulls into his driveway and parks in the garage, and before I can open my door, he’s pulling me to my feet and lifting me in his arms.

“I can walk,” I murmur and link my arms around his neck, bury my face next to his skin and breathe him in. “But this is nice.”

“You’re tired.”

“I don’t know why,” I murmur and enjoy the way he effortlessly carries me through his horrible house to the staircase. “Uh, I might need to walk up this weird staircase.”

“You’re fine.” He kisses my forehead and carries me to the bedroom. “Do you need to use the restroom?”

I nod and he takes me into the master bath, sets me gently on my feet and leaves me alone to do my thing. When I return to the bedroom, he’s turned the bed down and is standing on the balcony, stripped down to just his short, black boxer-briefs.

I stand and watch him, his back to me, leaning on the railing and staring into the blackness, most likely listening to the ocean. Even his back is gorgeous, smooth and bare of tattoos, except the very tops of his shoulders where his sleeves end.

I wonder why he never got any ink on his back?

As if he can sense me, he turns and grins and comes in through the glass door.

“You okay?” I ask and tilt my head to the side. There’s something in his eyes that looks sad.

He nods and crosses to me, lifts me back into his arms and kisses me softly.

“The bed is only a few feet away,” I remind him.

“I like having you in my arms.”

I brush his hair back with my fingers as he moves us to the bed and lays next to me, pulling me to him.

“You’re not trying to seduce me.” It’s not a question.

“I want to hold you.”

“I was just kidding when I said you were bad in bed,” I remind him and pull myself up onto my elbows. He smirks and pushes my hair back behind my ear and then laughs, a full, belly laugh.

“I can’t believe you said that.”

I grin and shrug. “It was funny.”

“You’re funny.” He kisses me and tucks me to his side, my head on his chest. “You should sleep.”

“Okay,” I agree but just lie quietly and listen to him breathe. I can almost hear the wheels turning in his head. “Are you going to tell me?” I ask quietly.

He stiffens beneath me. “Tell you what?”

“What’s on your mind?” I frown but don’t look up at him.

He sighs and relaxes. “It was a busy day.”

“True. Full of job rejections and being thrown in pools.”

He pushes me to my back and gazes down at me while running his knuckles down my cheek. “And you telling me you love me,” he whispers.

I take his face in my hands and kiss him softly. “I do love you,” I whisper.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that you know.”

“Good,” I smile. “I’ll remind you often, in case you forget.”

“I don’t think that’s something I’ll forget.” He kisses my forehead and pulls me against him again as I yawn. “Sleep now, sunshine.”

“Will you sleep too?” I ask as my eyes fall.

“Soon,” he whispers and I feel him smile against my forehead as he kisses me there. “I’ll sleep soon.”





Chapter Nineteen


Leo



“What do you have going on today?” I ask Sam as I pour her some juice and dump some sugar in my coffee in her kitchen.

“I have an interview today and two early next week. I didn’t hear anything from anyone for weeks, and now I have a bunch of interviews.” She shrugs and purses her pretty pink lips. “Weird.”

“You’ll be great.” She smiles softly and my gut clenches, the way it always does when she looks at me like that; like she trusts me. Like she loves me. We’ve been back in Seattle for a few days, and I still can’t believe she’s mine.

She’s mine.

“What are you doing today?” She asks and I do my best to keep my face totally straight. She has an uncanny ability to read me, and this is a secret.

“I have some errands to run.” I take a sip of coffee and swallow it over the jumble of nerves in my stomach. “I might meet with a real estate agent.”

“Fun.” She grins. “So you’re gonna move out of Meg’s place?”

“Yeah, she might as well sell it. Her neighbors figured out who I am and the guy next door always wants to chit chat with me when I get home.” I frown and then laugh. “I don’t think I’m a townhouse kind of guy.”

“Probably not,” she agrees and chuckles. “At least it’s a guy who appreciates music and not some annoying young girl.”