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"What about sound?"
"It doesn't record audio. This one just records video."
She thinks about it for a minute and then nods. "I guess that'll work then."
I grin, leaning down to brush my lips against hers.
"But if my butt shows up on the internet, I'm going to murder you in your sleep, Marine. I mean it."
"If your gorgeous ass shows up on the internet, I'll hand you the pillow to smother me with it, Sparrow. Just as soon as I finish hunting down every motherfucker who saw you and gouge their eyes out."
She laughs against my lips, looping her arms around my neck. "You would, wouldn't you?"
"Without hesitation. No one sees what you don't want to show them." I drag her bottom lip through my teeth. "No one sees what belongs to me."
"Gideon," she groans. "I'm not property."
"Good to know, Sparrow. Because I don't want to own you." I slide my hand behind her head, tilting it back to give me better access to that perfect fucking mouth. Jesus. I could kiss her all day. "You don't need a keeper. You aren't submissive. You're my equal in every way. But this mouth? That body? Every fucking piece of you was made for me and only for me."
"Then you better be only mine too, Gideon Carmichael," she whispers, twisting her fingers up in my tie to pull me closer. "That filthy mouth and ridiculous body better belong to me, too."
"You think it doesn't?" I grab her hand, placing it over my cock. The bastard is hard as a rock again, pressing against the zipper of my pants in a bid to get to her. She feels him and tries to wrap her hand around him. "He hasn't been like this for anyone but you since I was a fucking teenager, Kenna."
Her eyes go wide, her mouth parting. She can't even pretend she doesn't like knowing that. It's written all over her face. "You haven't been with anyone since…?"
"Never, Kenna. I haven't ever slept with anyone."
"But you just said…"
"I know what I said. I was a teenaged boy. All you had to do was breathe in our direction and our dicks reacted. Doesn't mean we're all dumb enough to whip them out every time it happened," I murmur, tucking strands of hair behind her ears. "Some of us actually had plans for our lives that didn't involve getting some girl pregnant in high school."
I knew early that I was going into the military. There was no way I was going to risk that by fucking around and getting some girl pregnant. And then I spent ten years in the military. I wasn't going to fuck around and get some woman pregnant, just to leave her alone to raise my baby. I've never wanted marriage. It seemed irresponsible to risk bringing a kid into the world when I wasn't prepared to offer the white picket fence.
People assume because I'm a guy that not sleeping around is hard. That's insulting. We're not ruled by our cocks, and abstinence isn't much of a hardship when it's all you've ever known. No one has ever tempted me to change that. Until now. Until the little sparrow fluttering in my hands.
I want the white picket fence. I want my ring on her finger. I'm willing to play the long game if that's what it takes to get her on the same page.
"I never have either," she whispers, squeezing me through my pants.
I groan, pressing my lips to hers again. "You keep that up, you might not be much longer," I warn her. "Your hand feels a helluva lot better than mine."
"Yeah?" Her lips curve into a satisfied, womanly smirk. "I bet it'd feel even better if your pants weren't in the way."
"Jesus Christ," I growl.
"Well, I was aiming for something a little less holy and a lot more wicked," she teases, squeezing me again. "But we can call it heavenly if you want."
I grab her around the waist, swinging her up into my arms. She squeals, locking her legs around my waist. My hand comes down on her ass in a sharp smack before I steal her seat, sitting with her straddling my lap.
"I came last night, Sparrow. It's your turn."
Her eyes darken, her cheeks turning pink.
"You can stop me."
"Don't," she whispers, barely able to force the sound out.
I nuzzle my face into her throat, nipping at her soft skin. She smells incredible, like berries and sunshine. My hands rake up her side, drawing her simple t-shirt up her body. She shivers but doesn't stop me.
