“You bought it?”
“Not yet. I thought I should see it first. And I wanted you with me.”
My pulse galloped away from me, taking my thoughts with it. What did this mean? Had he changed his mind about us?
He parked in the house’s driveway, behind a small white Toyota. “That’s probably the agent’s car. She must be inside already. Before we go in…” He shifted in his seat to face me, removing his sunglasses and laying them in his lap. Then he reached over and took my hand. “I need to apologize. You were right. If we’re going to be together, it should be out in the open. I’m so tired of feeling ashamed of myself. I don’t want to pretend I don’t feel this way anymore. It’s not worth it.”
I couldn’t find words, so I squeezed his hand.
“And I hurt you,” he went on. “I made you feel like you weren’t enough, and that isn’t true. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, never trusted anyone so deeply. I’ve never wanted to change my life so drastically to be with someone, but I know it’s the right decision.” He took a breath. “Because you make me happy. You make me believe. You make me better. And none of my dreams matter if I can’t share them with you.” He pressed his lips to my fingers. “Say it’s not too late.”
“It’s not too late,” I managed, but my throat was so tight.
“Say you still want to be with me, even though I’m a grumpy old man who can’t see the truth right in front of his face.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I do.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, and he took my head in his hands, deepening the kiss. It was the kind of thing he’d never have done in broad daylight before, even in his car. It filled me with hope.
He rested his forehead against mine, eyes closed, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks. “I was scared I’d lost you.”
“Never. I’ve missed you so much.”
“I missed you too. And we have some time to make up for.” His meaning was unmistakable.
“We do,” I agreed. “But maybe not right here. I don’t want to be that open.”
He grinned and let me go, slipping his sunglasses back on. “Me neither. Come look at this house with me. If the inside is what I’m hoping for, I’m going to buy it. From now on, I’m going to do more things that make me happy, and I won’t care what anyone says.”
We got out of the car and walked toward the porch. “I’m so glad you brought me here. And I’m proud of you.”
His smile lit me up inside. “I’m proud of you, too.”
When we were done at the house—it was exactly what Derek wanted, and he was going to put together an offer—he came into work with me. Ellen saw us walk in together, and watched us approach the bar with her eyebrows raised.
“Does this mean what I think it means?” she asked. “Detente?”
“Detente,” Derek confirmed, sliding onto a chair.
“Can I stop pretending I don’t know now?” She jumped up and down like a puppy.
He groaned. “You can stop. But don’t—”
She squealed and came running around the bar to throw her arms around me.
“—make a big deal about it,” Derek managed to finish before Ellen let go of me and strangle-hugged him so hard he choked. “Ellen. I can’t breathe. Let go.”
“Sorry,” she said. “I’m just really, really emotional about this. It’s so right.” She grabbed both our hands and seemed to peer into the air around us. “Your auras are in perfect harmony.”
I laughed as Derek rolled his eyes at his sister. “Oh, Jesus. Can I get a beer, please?”
“You got it.” She beamed at the two of us. “Maxim, you want the night off?”
“Thank you, but no,” I said. “I need all the shifts I can get.”
“So responsible.” She shook her head admiringly. “Okay, go get me some ice, please? I’ll grab Derek’s beer.” Practically skipping back around the bar, she teased over her shoulder, “Told you it was fate!”
Later, when Derek had eaten dinner and was ready to go, he caught my eye and motioned me over to where he stood by the door.
“Can I see you later?” he asked quietly.
My heart jumped. “I was hoping you’d ask.”
He took my hand and pressed a key into my palm, then closed my fingers around it. “This is yours. Wake me up.” Then he kissed me quickly on the lips, and walked out.
I tucked the key in my pocket and went back behind the bar, heat flushing my cheeks. A sink full of dirty glasses waited to be washed, but I stood there staring into space. He kissed me. In public.
“I saw that.” Next to me, Ellen giggled. “I totally saw that, and so did a lot of people in here.”
“It’s kind of crazy, the change of heart,” I said, smiling in disbelief. “It’s like day and night or something.”
She lifted her shoulders. “He knew what he wanted all along. He just needed a little push.”
“Well, you gave it to him.”
She shook her head. “Nope. You did. He saw the way you stood up for yourself and realized he could learn something from you.”
“You think so?” I loved that idea.
“Believe me.” Her grin was smug. “Sisters know everything.”
I used the key to let myself into Derek’s house, a familiar rush moving through me as I climbed the stairs. After a quick shower in the guest room bath, I entered his room, my cock already rising in anticipation. It had only been a couple weeks, but it felt like forever.
I crawled under the covers and he reached for me, moaning deep and low as our bodies and mouths came together. Pressed skin to skin, we kissed and touched and murmured about all the places on each other’s bodies we’d missed. We explored those places with hands and lips and tongues. We panted and groaned and fought off release until neither of us could stand it any longer.
“I want you inside me again. I need it.” His voice was low and intense. “But I want to be on top this time.”
A few minutes later he was lowering himself slowly onto my cock, the muscles in his abs flexed tight, his thighs clenching under my palms. I sat with my back propped against the headboard, watching in aroused disbelief as he took me deeper and deeper, until my entire shaft was buried within him.
His eyes were locked on mine as he struggled past the pain, his hands gripping my shoulders.
“Breathe,” I whispered.