“Maybe we should fight to test that theory, hmm?” The grin he gives me makes my core clench with desire, which is ridiculous. I had two orgasms not even an hour ago, and with one look, I’m ready for more.
“You’re a goof. Seriously, though, talk to Tanner. It might deter Deke from going balls to the walls with this job in Alabama.” He breathes out. HIs firm fingers massage my head while he talks.
“Why would anyone want to leave Florida?” I have so many questions, and I’m not sure which ones to start with.
“Hart Construction got offered a project in Alabama. I don’t think it’ll come to fruition. Leena’s eyes bugged out like we couldn’t take on any new work, and she’s right. We’re fucking slammed. Tanner and Keller already said they’re out because of Marlie and Alana with Jace, and then there’s Deke all gung-ho like he just got his first taste of pussy ever.” Asa let’s out the air he was holding in.
“And what about you?” I swallow the lump in my throat. Alabama isn’t that far away, but nights like these, well, they’d be obsolete. There’s no way we’d both be able to commute and work the next day.
“I told him there’s more to life than money and fame.” Now it’s me who relaxes, my forehead going into the crook of his neck, where I breathe in his scent, thankful he wasn’t willing to volunteer.
“Montana, babe, you need to look at me.” He’s still massaging the back of my head. A purr leaves my throat, but I do as he says, blinking rapidly. “If I we’re ever to make a decision like that, one that would affect you and me, we’d talk first, okay?”
“Promise me?” Two months, that’s all it took for Asa to wiggle his way into my heart to a point I know he’ll never leave.
“Always. Now kiss me, then we’ll go up to bed.” My lips meet his, both of us pouring a whole lot of emotion into this moment. I swear if work weren’t going to suck again tomorrow and Asa didn’t have to be up early, I’d be taking this a lot further. Instead, we end our kiss, and I return my face to the crook of his neck, relishing tonight. It’s a deeper connection, more meaningful, yet neither of us says those words, feeling them instead.
CHAPTER EIGHT
montana
“That was really fast,” I tell Asa the next morning. With my plan in place, I emailed the human resources department last night to request a personal day. Luckily, she was okay with it and didn’t even push to ask why, though I’m sure it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. The revolving door of associates probably says it all.
“What was?” Asa is in his signature workwear—a black cotton shirt with Hart Construction emblazoned on the back as well as the front on the upper left-hand corner, well-worn jeans, and his everyday work boots. He’s drinking a cup of black coffee with one sugar while I scramble a few eggs to go along with bacon and toast.
“I just now texted Tanner asking if he’s still looking at bringing on an architect and that architect being me. He told me to come in today around three.” This morning, seeing how I wasn’t going into the office, I decided to actually get out of bed when Asa did. The reward he gave me was freaking worth the alarm going off at six.
“Babe, he’s been begging for you to come to work for us. He’d be an idiot not to jump at the chance.” I turn off the stove and plate our food, giving him a lot more than what I give myself.
“Well, I know that. You’ve even brought it up a couple of times and then quit. I was worried it’d be too much until we spoke last night.” I shrug my shoulders knowing it’s fine. Everything will work out in some shape or form.
“Montana.” His gruff voice has me turning to look at him. Asa takes my breath away every single time. His hair on top is long and has a wave to it but is shorter on the sides, dark in color like the midnight sky. He has a more than five-o’clock shadow that he keeps especially for me, knowing I love to feel that rasp on every inch of my body, and his eyes have me quivering from the looks he throws my way.
“Yes?” I question. His hands cup the back of my neck, thick fingers massaging it, something I don’t think he even realizes he does.
“If I had it my way, you would already be at Hart Construction. Told you that last night. Even if this ends between us,”—my deep inhale of breath has him pausing, and I could kick him in the balls right about now when he grins at me—“which I don’t see ever happening, I’d still want you with my family. That’s how deep this goes, okay?” I nod my head, my heart pounding in my chest.