Page 74 of Falling for You

“That you are. Get in here, gorgeous.” I tug on her hand, pull her close, and give back what she gave me that day I showed up. I kiss the crap out of her in my front door but instead of staying there, I take control.

Enough waiting.

I want her.

Not only for a quick fuck.

Not just for a night.

I lift her up, take two steps forward, then feel like the biggest idiot in the world when I stumble forward, tripping over my own feet in my haste to get her to my bedroom. My body gets ahead of my feet and we crash into my end table next to the couch, the legs squawking loudly against the wood floor as it skids a few inches and slams against the couch from the force of our bodies colliding with it. Chloe’s back jams into the corner of the table while I fall face first into her chest. Not exactly the way I’d hoped to experience feeling her breasts against my face for the first time.

She groans in pain but thankfully laughs at the same time.

We both grunt as I push off the table to stand up. My cheek hit her collarbone when I landed on her and I rub the sore spot.

We’re breathing heavy, and not for the reason we would be had I not gotten too excited and ruined the moment for us.

She groans, holding her back as I reach out a hand to help her up. “What the hell was that?” she asks, laughing.

I’m so embarrassed I know my face is red. “I’m so sorry. I was so excited to see you that I kind of got ahead of myself.”

“Well, let’s just hope it doesn’t happen once we’re safely in your room,” she teases.

“Ha! I’ll try not to have anything else happen prematurely. You okay?”

“Yeah. It was more shocking than painful.”

I have her spin around so I can check out her back. When I lift her shirt, I notice a red mark running across the center of her back. “Damn, gorgeous. I’m sorry. Are you sure you’re okay?” she tries to interrupt but I’m too focused on checking her out, needing to confirm that she’s not hurt. I run my fingers lightly over the mark, trying to gently press on her soft flesh to make sure she doesn’t wince in pain.

She playfully bats my hand away. “Reginald, I’m fine.”

I drop my hand and glare. “You did not just Reginald me.”

“I did. You deserved it. You weren’t listening to me. I said I was fine and I meant it.”

“Not exactly how I planned to start out our night together,” I say sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck.

“No?” her head turns to the side. “Why don’t we start over then?”

“Maybe we can just walk there. Who knows what will happen if I keep carrying you. I’ll probably knock your head against the ceiling fan or something.”

“Just how high are you planning on launching me into the air?”

“Clearly it doesn’t matter what my intentions are. The execution is what we need to worry about.”

Grinning, she takes my hand in hers, and with a look that can only be described as hunger, she says to me, “Rex?”

I swallow hard. “Yes?”

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

Holy shit.

This woman.

She’s perfect for me.

Stopping dead in our tracks, I pull her flush against me and look down at her. Her head tilts back, looking up at me in question. “You just Top Gunned me.”

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