The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

My brows pinch together. How did I not catch this before? How did I not realize he needs to be told how wanted he is? When someone else pretends to love you, pretends to want you, of course you need reassurance. Tugging his chin, I force eye contact. “I want you, Ryan. I’ve always wanted you, but I didn’t know I could be so lucky to have you.” That stunning smile is back. “Then kiss me, Blue.” So, I do, soft and leisurely, nails raking over his neck. He cups my face, fingers threaded into my hair as we take our time more than we ever have before. For the first time, there’s not a question whether this is real. I know it is. But I ask anyway. “Are you just pretending?” He pulls away, laughing deep and full. “I stopped pretending a long time ago, Ind.” “I…I don’t want this if I’m just a convenience. You know, because I live here.” Call me insecure, but I spent far too long in a relationship that was convenient and comfortable, and I refuse to do it again. Eyes searching, they soften as he watches me. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, but Blue, you’re the most inconvenient thing that’s ever happened to me.” My heart flutters, words sticking in my throat. “If I was looking for convenience, I wouldn’t have gone years without touching a woman. Waking up and thinking of you, falling asleep and wishing you were there, it’s been distracting, tiresome, and goddamn infuriating, but I wouldn’t give you up for the world.” I’ve been told beautiful things, lovely and roman...