My brows lower. “What other reason is there? Did you need to see Penelope for some reason?”
“Seeing her is part of it, but I need to see a realtor too.”
“What?” I squeak out, jerking my body backward to see his face better.
“I figured I’d need one since I’m buying a house in Silver Falls.” He winks.
“You are?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“Yep.” He leans forward and nips my bottom lip. “Unless you think you’d have room for a retiring rock star in your house.”
My breath gets stuck in my throat, and all I can do is stare at him with my mouth open. He chuckles at my ridiculous look.
“Cat got your tongue? I think that’s a first.”
I close my mouth, only to open it again to ask, “You’re retiring?”
“Yes.”
“But why? I thought you loved playing.”
His head dips once. “I do, and I’ll miss it. I still have to finish out our tour, which is four more months. I’ve been toying with the idea of retiring for about a year now anyway, but I’ve felt guilty for leaving the guys. Meeting you and having what we have has given me a damn good reason to move forward.” He presses his finger against my lips to silence me. “I’m not doing this just because I met you and can’t stand to be away. I’m doing it for me too. I’ve been restless for a while, and I’m tired of the life that comes with being in a band. I want to settle down, and I can’t think of a better person to do that with than you.” His finger slides off my lips so he can lean forward and press his mouth against mine. “I love you, Taylor.”
I squish his cheeks between my palms and kiss the hell out of him. By the time I pull back, we’re both panting.
“And I love you, Asa.”
“So,” he grins, “about sharing your house—”
He doesn’t get a chance to finish his statement before I’m shouting, “Yes! Did you really think I would let you buy a house and not live with me?”
His laugh is rumbly and does serious damage to my insides. “Well, I didn’t want to assume.”
“Asa, I have you plastered all over my bedroom walls. Your bobble head sits on my nightstand, along with a framed picture of you. I broke into your hotel room to steal your clothes.” I lean forward, lowering my voice. “And I purposely stole a pair of your worn boxers I knew weren’t fresh from the washer and I didn’t wash them for two weeks.” I lean back and look into his amused eyes. “I own every bit of swag ever made with your name or face on it. I think it’s safe to assume I’d want you to move in with me.”
“Yeah, we need to talk about my face being all over your bedroom walls. How about we take them down since you’ll have the real thing?”
Lifting a hand, I tap my finger across my lips. “I don’t know. Me and those posters have very pleasurable memories together.”
He growls and digs his fingers in my asscheeks. His hard cock rubs against my center, and it leaves me breathless.
“I’m pretty sure I can give you even better things to remember.”
“Fine,” I moan, my eyes sliding closed. “I’ll take the posters down as long as you take me home right now and fuck me.”
“It would be my fucking pleasure.”