Page 66 of Wicked Flirt
“That sounds dirty.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Yup. Definitely the right woman.”
She beamed, watching him go behind the bar and grab his jacket. Once he returned to her, she informed him, “I never thought I’d be a bride.”
“No? I thought all women dreamed of that.”
“Now I will.”
“I’m glad.”
He held the front door open for her and she brushed past him, still secretly thrilled with his fine manners. He joined her on the sidewalk, entwined his fingers with hers, and they made the short walk back to his place.
“Lex, I gotta thank you for what you did for my mom. You really connected with her in a way I couldn’t, and she’s better off for it.”
“You know, I think she was trying to protect you from her issues, trying not to bother you with it. Maybe she just needed an outsider to give her a little nudge.”
He exhaled sharply. “Maybe. I just had such a weight on my shoulders, you know? I’ve been the man of the house since my dad died.”
“Was he sick?”
“No. He was a drug dealer. He got arrested, offered testimony for a lesser sentence, and was killed shortly after by the big-time drug boss.”
She squeezed his hand. “Shit. I’m so sorry. That’s a lot of pressure for a kid. Is that why you’re so muscled? You needed to be strong?”
He cocked his head. “Never thought about it that way. Maybe I just wanted to know I could protect me and my mom. Plus I like being in shape. It feels good.”
She stroked his hugely muscled bicep through his jacket. “It does feel good.”
He lifted her to eye level and kissed her.
She grinned. “I like it better when we’re horizontal because we’re on more equal footing. You’re too damn tall.”
He set her back on her feet. “Maybe you’re too damn small.”
“Our kids will be average.”
“Lex,” he said in a choked voice, “you mean it? You want to have kids with me?”
“Absolutely. You’d make a great dad.”
He grabbed her in a hug and twirled her around. She laughed, delighted with his enthusiasm. He took her hand and tugged her along. “Come on, bed for you. I want to make you as happy as you’ve made me.”
“That’s a tall order.”
“I’ll say.”
They made it to his place and walked straight to his bedroom. While he turned on the nightstand light and pulled back the covers, she stripped down completely naked.
He turned and swore. “So beautiful. Get over here, baby.”
“Strip, stud, let me see those muscles.”
His dark eyes gleaming, he stripped completely in all his glorious male beauty. She wasn’t aware of crossing the room. One minute she was looking her fill and the next she was in his arms. And then they were kissing passionately, hands roaming, hungry for each other.
He guided her to the bed and set her in the center of the mattress. She opened her arms to him. He smiled, rolled on a condom, and then he joined her, settling between her legs.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, so eager for this joining. He thrust inside, and they both groaned. This time was slower, their breaths mingling.
