Page 43 of Falcon

I laugh and release her… and she spins around to face me.

“On a serious note, Faith, I’m really sorry for letting my temper get the best of me. I shouldn’t have done that. It’s something I need to work on—”

She stops me with a kiss to the lips before slowly pulling away. “You were defending me. Was it reckless? Yes, but you were doing the noble thing. I liked it.”

“Well, in that case…” I bend down and kiss her again. “Goodnight, pretty girl.”

She blinks up at me in confusion. “You don’t want to come inside?”

I place my hand on my chest. “Faith, you have no idea how badly I want to come inside. How badly I want to get you behind that door, where it’s the just the two of us, and make you come so hard they’ll hear us in South Carolina.”

“Oh…my,” she says, flopping back against her front door.

“Exactly. But, you deserve better than a quick fuck against a door by a guy who hasn’t earned you yet. I haven’t earned you.”

“What do you mean? Isn’t that up to me?”

“Yes, which is how I know I haven’t. You’re worth more than you give yourself credit for. You’ll know when I’ve earned you.” I reach out and cup her cheek gently.

She turns her face toward my palm and plants a kiss there. “Okay.”

“Meet me at the gym tomorrow?” I ask.

“I get off at six.”

“We’ll get dinner afterward. Make a date of it,” I offer.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Falcon Masen.”

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