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“We’ll need to take it slow… I’m not ready—”

“Angel—”

“But I know one day I will—”

Christ. Why in the hell was she talking about what I think she was talking about in a goddam restaurant and causing my dick to go rock-hard? So I interrupted before I shot my load in my jeans. “Gorgeous, how about we talk about that after I tell you my shit.”

“As long as you know I’ll still be around after your talk.”

I rolled my eyes. “We’ll see.”

“No, Saxon Black. I know.”

My lips twitched. “We’ll see.”

“Don’t make me angry again on our first date. I really don’t want to call Mrs Cliff to harm you.”

“Shit, don’t call that woman.”

She giggled behind her menu. “I heard she told you she could teach you things in the sack.”

I shuddered. Nary laughed again.

We sat back, enjoyed the food and the time with each other. I also let what I needed to say slip to the back of my mind. My woman was likin’ our first date, so I was there doin’ it with her and not stuck in my mind.

Chapter Twenty-Two

NARY

My mind had been muddled since the man who had stolen my heart, when I was sixteen, told me he’d been in love with me even before I’d fallen completely for him. Yes, I had a crush on him at thirteen. I’d always thought he was good-looking, but he had been too scary to approach, so I’d admired from afar.

Why he’d kept me at arm’s length obviously had something to do with his father, and it had been big enough for Saxon to have been scared enough to push me away every time. I needed to know his past so we could move on. Since he’d shown me who he actually was, there wouldn’t be a chance I’d let him go. I wasn’t losing what we were already gaining.

No matter how dark he thought it was.

No matter what, he was mine in each and every way, and when he finally talked with me about it, I would prove to him I was staying at his side forever.

Along with a muddled mind, my belly was acting as if a choir was singing, and every note they hit sent a pleasant quiver inside of me.

I couldn’t stop smiling. Throughout lunch, my mouth was constantly tipped up. My skin seemed to heat as my mind played his words over and over.I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you.

He was in love with me.

With me.

I wanted to squeal with glee, but I also wanted to hit him upside the head, kick him in the shin and balls for being a prick to me for five years.

He stopped his truck in the compound car park and I sensed him turn towards me.

“You ever gonna stop smiling?”

Heat hit my cheeks, and I shook my head, peeking at him through hooded eyes. “Probably not.”

He sighed. “Fuck,” he clipped and I turned to him, my eyes searching his handsome face. Worry was clear as day in his eyes, his dipping brows, and his thinned lips.

“What?” I asked, still smiling, because even with him worried, his words of love were turning over and over in my mind.

He licked his lips and then placed a sad smile upon them. Silently, I watched his hand come up and cup my cheek. His thumb stroked my skin, and then he shifted his hand so he could glide his thumb across my bottom lip. My heart went wild in my chest. It seemed to chant, “Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.”

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