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“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’m a realtor by day, poet by night.”
“You are not.” I giggle when he starts to tickle me.
“But what if I did declare right back to you that I like you, too? That I want more, not just sex — not that the sex isn’t fucking amazing.” He cups the back of my head, snuggling his nose against mine. “Because it is, but I think I’d die without youin my bed, and in my arms. I was trying to sleep but couldn’t because I was trying to think of a way to ask you to stay.”
I smile. “Just ask,” I whisper. “I promise what you’re feeling, I’m feeling, too. It’s like this explosion in my chest. I have no control over it.”
“I can’t tell you how that feels, hearing you say those words.”
“We’re crazy, you do know that?”
He kisses me softly. “Yes, I’m fully aware of it. But does it look like I give a fuck?”
I enjoy his embrace, my heart racing at his, and my own, admission. “So, we’re dating?”
“If that means you’re mine, and I’m yours as long as you’ll have me, then yes.”
I push him onto his back and straddle his lap. “You know you have the ability to seduce me just by showing up.”
He chuckles. “Somehow I think you’ll always make me work for it.”
“You have no idea, Joshua Lucas, what I plan on doing to you.”
He makes a sexy growl in the back of his throat. “I love it when you take charge.”
“You do, huh? Good, because I’ve had more than one illicit thought about tying you up with one of those three hundred dollar ties you love so much.”
“Only if I can return the favor.”
My heart rate accelerates at the idea of him restrained. Oh, holy hell, yes.
Who knew I had an inner sex fiend kink I didn’t know about?
I’ll take that as a win.
“I’ve never let anyone do that before. Nobody I’ve ever been to bed with — not that there’s been that many — has ever been that kinky,” I admit. “It was plain old vanilla… until you came along.”
“Giving someone else control over your body is about trust,” he says, surprising me. “And about mutual enjoyment. I get pleasure out of getting you off.”
I love it that he saysyou,and notwomen.For a second, I can pretend it’s only ever been me, or will be me, and that makes my cheeks flush. Thinking about him with other women makes me feel nauseous. “You do?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” He grins that shit-eating grin that makes me want to fall at his feet. And I would, if I wasn’t on top of him. “I couldn’t keep my hands, or my tongue off of you.”
“I admit, you being into… uh… oral, kinda surprised me.”
He chuckles. “Real men eat pussy, baby, I know that may be a shock to you.”
My eyes go round. He did not just say that… Oh, but he did. This is what he does.
I cup his face, pressing my lips to his. “I guess we better put that tongue to use then, shouldn’t we, Mr. Lucas?”
Chapter Nineteen
JOSHUA
The wind howls all night, the cabin shaking at times. The thunder and lightning crashing all around us. Holding my baby tighter, I love how she smells pressed up against me. A mixture of her floral fragrance and dirty sex entrails me. Something I know I’ll get used to. I wasn’t kidding when I said those things; I meant all of them.
There’s no denying I want to be with her. I’ve wanted her for a long time, but always put work in the way. It was a viable excuse, and one I’m not proud of, but I plan on rectifying all of the lost time we’ve missed out on. I’m manning up, as Brad would put it.
