Page 80 of Manny's Surprise Baby
“She just went crazy.” He sighed. “It was unsettling to say the least.”
I laughed. “You’ve seen a lot of crazy shit I’m sure over the years.”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve been stabbed, shot, hit by cars.” He swallowed. “But to be honest, seeing Lola Chase trying to stab her husband in the eye got to me more than any of that other crap.” He sat on the edge of the mattress, looking pale.
“Why?”
He shrugged. “She’s supposed to love him. They’re supposed to be a unit.” He rubbed his face. “God, I don’t know. It was just sad to see the hatred on her face. They loved each other once and then—” He sighed. “She wanted him dead.”
“Well, from what you’ve said, he was an asshole.”
“Yes.” He met my gaze. “But what changed him? Money? Power?”
His obvious unease got to me. I sat beside him and nudged him with my elbow. “Why is this getting to you so much?”
He touched his head and said softly, “Because I don’t ever want to turn into them.” He slid his gaze to mine. “I don’t want what I feel for you to ever go away or become ugly and selfish.”
“I wouldn’t want that either.”
“You didn’t like me when you first met me.” He bit his lip. “What if you go back to feeling like that about me?”
I laughed. “Seth, that’s not going to happen.” I couldn’t believe I was the one having to reassure him. It was always the other way around.
He kicked off his shoes and crawled up onto the bed, lying on his side and facing me. He swallowed hard, his eyes burning into mine. “I think I’m in love with you.” His voice was barely a whisper.
“Yeah?” Excitement jolted through me, but I kept my face blank.
He nodded. “Yes. I’m definitely in love with you.”
His words scared and thrilled me. Since the night he’d claimed me, our relationship had intensified hugely. We’d spent almost every night together and begun to bond in a way I’d never done with anyone ever before. So I understood the fear in his voice and eyes. I too felt like if he suddenly changed his mind about me, I’d be lost. His worried expression made my heart hurt, and so I reclined on the bed next to him.
Reaching out, I traced the angular line of his jaw. “I feel the same and… and I’m terrified too.”
Relief washed over his features. “Really?”
“Yes.” I brushed my thumb over his lower lip. “When you were gone on this last trip, I felt like a part of me was missing.” I frowned. “That seems so cheesy to say. I mean, we’ve known each other barely a month.”
“I know. Maybe that’s why it seems too good to be true.”
“Yes. A little voice keeps whispering ‘Why would you deserve to find love?’” I scooted closer, inhaling his familiar scent and sighing with contentment. “But then I thought, why not me?”
He smiled, slipping his hand over my hip and cupping my ass. He tugged me closer, until our cocks were pressed together. “I like that.”
“I didn’t think I’d find anyone who’d want me.” I grimaced. “Not after all the things that happened to me. I figured I’d have to hide my past or just be alone forever.”
He shook his head frowning. “No.”
I sighed. “But you accept me, past and all. It’s shocking but wonderful.”
“I do. I don’t care about your past other than I wished I could murder Baxter with my bare hands.” His voice shook with anger.
Smiling, I leaned in and kissed him. He responded immediately, tangling his tongue with mine and moaning into my mouth. His fingers found my zipper, and he pulled it down slowly and then slipped his hand into my fly. The feel of his firm fingers massaging my cock had me shivering with need. “I missed you, Seth,” I whispered.
“Missed you too.”
Our kisses became more urgent.
“Take your pants off.” He undid his belt and managed to quickly shed his pants, the whole time holding my heated gaze.
