Until Cobi (Until Her/Him #7)(53)

“I want you to move in with me,” he says as he starts to rock me on his length.

I start to open my mouth to tell him it’s too soon for that, but gasp when he drags his hips back then thrusts up into me hard, causing water to splash out of the tub onto the floor.

“You just told me you belong to me. I’m not putting it off. I want you here with me. Want to take care of you.”

His words hit me directly in the heart and I agree with a whimpered, “Okay,” as he thrusts into me again.

“Tomorrow,” he growls, and I start to laugh. “What’s funny?” He stops moving.

I slide my fingers into his hair and lean over him. “I…” I roll my hips into his and he grunts. “I’m screwed. I can’t seem to ever say no to you.”

“You’re definitely screwed.” He tips his head down and captures my breast, pulling my nipple into his mouth. Sucking hard, he lifts his hips on each of my downward strokes. Water sloshes over the side of the tub as we move together in sync. He takes hold of my neglected breast and squeezes, then slides his hand to between my legs, rolling my clit, as my head falls back to my shoulders.

“Cobi,” I breathe as my eyes slide closed.

“Look at me, baby.” My head tilts forward and my eyes lock with his. “I love you.”

“I know,” I whimper, holding his gaze.

His finger circles harder and my hands move to his shoulders to hold on. As my nails dig into his flesh, he leans up and captures my mouth. I open for him, hoping to pour into that kiss everything I feel for him, hoping that he fully understands what he means to me. As I start to clamp down and spasm around him, he groans into my mouth while his hips jerk. I come, feeling him become impossibly bigger as he releases deep inside me. Panting for breath and seeing stars, my body falls limply against his. His arms slide around my back and he tucks his face into my neck, breathing heavy, his heart pounding between us, my heart beating just as hard. We both cling to each other until the water starts to get cool.

“Gotta get up, baby,” he tells me, and I lean back slightly to look at him, every one of my muscles protesting against me. When he pulls his hips from mine, a soft mewl escapes and my eyes close. “I got you.” He somehow has the strength I don’t to lift me into his arms and step out of the tub.

When he sets me down and water sloshes under my feet, I look down then up at him. “Oops.”

“Don’t worry about that right now.” He lets me go with a smile then wraps me in a towel and picks me back up. He carries me to the bed, where he deposits me before tossing the covers over me. I roll to my side, and he leans down, searching my eyes before gently placing a soft kiss to my lips. “Be back.”

He stands, and I watch him go to the bathroom. When he comes back out a few minutes later, he’s still naked, and his cock is still somewhat hard. I take him in, wondering what I did to deserve him. It’s not his looks—those are just a bonus. Even if he were a hundred pounds overweight and balding, I would still feel thankful that I could call him mine.

He pulls back the blanket, and I cry out as he rips the towel from my body and tosses it behind him to the floor. He turns on the lamp then goes back to shut off the light before he gets into bed with me, dragging me against his side. I curl up against him with my ear over his heart, thinking about everything that has happened in such a short time.

“You’re quiet,” he states, running his fingers down my arm lying over his stomach.

“I’m trying to come to terms with things,” I say, lifting my head and resting my chin on his pec.

“What?”

“Well…” I feel my lips twitch. “Apparently, you’re in love with me, and I’m moving in with you. It’s a lot to accept and I’m working through it silently.”

“I see.” He leans up to place his lips to my forehead before he rests his head back on his pillow.

“And, um… now that we’re not in the heat of the moment, I should tell you. My lease is for a year and I’ve only been in the house a few months, so we’re going to wait for me to move in.”

“I’ll talk to your landlord,” he says easily, and I feel my body get tight.

“Tom.”

“Excuse me?”

“Tom is my landlord. You met him briefly when he came to tell me I could get a dog,” I remind him, and recognition fills his eyes. “That said, I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to try to get me out of my lease.”

“Why not?” He frowns.

“I’m pretty sure Tom is in the Witness Protection Program, because he was in the mob or is still in the mob.” I grimace. “Can you get out of the mob, or is it like a blood in, blood out type of thing?”

“Blood in, blood out?” he repeats, looking at me like I might be crazy.

“That doesn’t matter.” I shake my head. “The point is I think he might be in Witness Protection now, and he’s scary. It would suck if you suddenly went missing.”

“You do know you’re crazy, right?” he asks, but I know by the way he says it he also thinks I’m being cute.

“How am I crazy?”

“Your landlord is not in the mob, and he’s not in Witness Protection either.”

“How do you know?”