Page 137 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5
I laughed. “I’m just kidding.” I couldn’t resist messing with him. I reached up and ran my hand along the scruff on his jawline. I liked it. He was usually cleanly shaven.
He shook his head. “What did I really say?”
“You said you loved me. You said you were sorry. You explained what really happened with Rachel. You kept saying I was yours.”
“You are mine.” He lowered his eyebrows as he studied my face. “You’re mine, Brooklyn.”
I nodded. “You had a whole list of reasons why you loved me. I really liked that list.”
“Hmm. I think I remember a few of those things.”
“Just a few?”
“A million things is kind of hard to remember.”
I felt my cheeks blush. “You also really wanted to sing to me again. And you kept making farting noises with your mouth.”
“Well that’s another lie. I definitely didn’t make farting noises with my mouth in front of you when I was trying to win you back.”
“No, all of that was true.”
He laughed. “Well, I guess it worked.”
I smiled up at him. “It did.” I shifted my head and felt him beneath me. I locked eyes with him. “You also said if I wanted to, I could take advantage of you and you wouldn’t press charges.”
He laughed again. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
“It’s probably because of all those naughty dreams you have of me. And all those cold showers you have to take because of me.” I could feel the heat in his gaze at my words.
“Well, that’s true.” His fingers played with the strap of my tank top.
“Yeah?”
“You drive me crazy, Brooklyn. Whenever we’re not together, I’m thinking of you.”
My stomach churned. I needed to tell him about Miller. I’d tried to tell him last night, but Mason interrupted us. “We also promised that there wouldn’t be any more secrets between us,” I said.
“That sounds like a good plan.” He looked over at my dad talking in the kitchen. “Full disclosure…I’m pretty sure Mr. Pruitt hates me.”
“I think it takes him a little while to warm up to people.”
“That’s one way to put it.”
I laughed. “He’s just protective of me.”
“Pretty sure he just hates me. Last night is fuzzy, but I think he said something about how I should go home and send Mason.” He shook his head.
Now I knew what it was like to have an overprotective father. “I don’t want to be with your brother. I want to be with you.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “But I need to tell you something.”
“Please don’t tell me you kissed Mason. I already lost my two best friends. I don’t want to fight with my brother too.” He rubbed his thumb along my cheek. “I love your freckles.”
I smiled underneath his hand. “I didn’t kiss Mason. And I love your 5-o’clock shadow.”
He lifted his hand and ran it across his jaw. “Yeah?”
“It looks good on you.”
“I guess I’ll keep it then.” He smiled down at me.
