Page 41 of Falling for You

Life changing.

“Chloe. We have to…” he stops talking, kissing me again. We’re tangled up in each other, neither of us willing to break apart. But he does. With reluctance, he pulls back. Sucks in a breath. I watch in fascination as he licks his lips. Tasting me. Us. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this,” he says, panting, resting his forehead against mine. “We have to stop.”

“No.”

He chuckles. “Yeah. That’s exactly how I feel, too. But,” he swallows, leaning back so he can look me in the eye. Those bright green gorgeous eyes of his shining under the soft light above my entry door. I release my arms, rest my hands on his shoulders. Squeeze, loving the feel of how strong he is. Hating that I don’t get to see it firsthand. Because I know what he’s about to say. We need to slow down. Take our time. Blah blah blah.

Yeah, well. I don’t wanna.

That’s my excuse.

What’s his?

“What’s with the look?” he asks, laughing, flipping my upper lip.

“What look?”

“You’re pouting. Sneering.”

“I am doing no such thing.”

“Are you hot for me, Chloe? You don’t want me to leave? Take our time before we jump into the sack?”

Laughing, I swat him with the back of my hand. “You did not just say jump into the sack.”

“Got you to lighten up, didn’t I?”

“You… you…”

“Me? Me, what? I’m the best kisser you’ve ever had? Can’t wait to have sex with me? Can’t wait for me to date you and woo you and make you realize how fucking incredible I think you are?”

Gulp.

“Yes.”

That side grin. It’s going to be my undoing. I just know it. Have mercy.

“Sunday. I’m yours. You’re mine. Don’t forget. And in the middle, we’re going to chat. Talk. Get to know each other.”

“Ooh. So that means on Sunday we can skip all that crap, huh?”

Chuckling, he shakes his head, pulls me in andhugsme. When was the last time a guy hugged me? Truly, hugged me when the touch isn’t sexual in any way. And why does it feel so much more intimate and loving than a kiss or… about anything else? Bodies touching, embracing. “What am I going to do with you?” he asks into the top of my head.

“I can think of a few things.”

“Keep them in mind. Because whenwe’reready. And I mean, when we’re both ready, you won’t be able to walk for a week after I’m done with you.”

“Yes please.”

“Good night, Chloe.” He kisses my eyelids, my cheeks, my lips.

“Good night, Rex.”

“Lock up, got it?”

“Got it.”

Chapter Eleven

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