Page 103 of Prince Charming

Dammit. She couldn’t even feign being mad, not when his magic fingers stroked and charmed her into melting.

He wanted pure, undeniable love. He deserved that and so much more.

And Marianna didn’t know if she was capable of that.

Could she give him everything and risk losing more of her heart?

“I did not like thinking about you having a girlfriend.” She admitted.

“But I do have a girlfriend. She just hasn’t caught up to where I am yet.” He smirked darkly, like how she’d imagined a despicable demon with deviant intentions would. “I can wait.”

Her heart clobbered inside her rib cage and he leaned in and kissed her softly. “I want you at my fight. And then afterward, gonna start takingmy girlon dates.”

It took her a second to switch gears.

“You do?” Now her heart raced for another reason. She ran her finger down his raised facial scar. Marianna remembered all too well the pain he was in and the surgeries he had to endure to fix the bones. She didn’t want that to happen again, or something worse. “What if… what if something bad happens again? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

His eyes softened, and his lips trailed along hers, tempting her.

Oh, she was tempted to take her clothes off right here. Every nerve ending she had was dancing under her skin.

“I’m good at what I do.”

“You were good last time and then you were blinded, Luke. Please don’t go blind or get killed. I would be furious with you.”

She sounded all pitiful, and he grinned widely.

“I won’t, darlin’.”

Soothed by his tone, she had to trust that he knew what he was doing, but it wouldn’t stop her from worrying. Not at all.

“Are you coming inside? I will make dinner.”

Tag was easily won over when it concerned his stomach.

She’d missed him terribly and wanted him close.

“My trainer doesn’t want me to exert energy.”

She didn’t quite understand; she wasn’t asking him to bench press the sofa, though his arms were thick enough to be capable.

“That means, darlin’, if I come inside I’m gonna want to fuck you and it won’t be a quick fuck either. It’ll be all night and into tomorrow until you’ve drained me.”

Stunned lust charged like a damn horse. “Oh.” Was all she could reply. Because in all honesty… she wouldn’t mind that at all. Keeping Tag at a distance hadn’t worked, not when her body craved him like a junkie.

“Don’t say it, Anna.” He rasped against her lips. She felt his hands span her hips, squeezing them. He must have read the words on her face, the ones where she invited him in to expel some of his fighter energy. “Not strong enough to refuse you if you tell me you want me inside you tonight.”

“You are the strongest man I have ever known.” The truth came kind of breathy as her thumb traced his scar. He shuddered, laid his forehead against hers, and then deposited her on her own seat before climbing out of the truck.

She was smiling when he pulled open her door.

She’d rattled him.

Big, tough fighter. And she’d rattled him.

Oh, how her heart sputtered.

“You told me I should let you know when I wasready.” She teased.

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