She blinks at me in an almost-smile, reading my intensity with a mixture of curiosity and something close to amusement. “I’mokay, Wilder. Areyouokay?”
“I’m fine.” Even though I’m not fucking fine at all. I’m losing my mind. I’ve alreadylostmy mind.
I’m in love with her.
You can’t be. It’s not possible to fall in love this fast.
But that’s exactly what’s happened. I’m as sure of it as I am of my own heartbeat, which is lurching in my chest like it’s overflowing with hot, twisted-up love-lust.
I put my arm around Amelie in the limo, resisting the raging urge to pull her onto my lap.
I know that if she’s on my lap, cradling my cock with her squirming little body, I’ll have to kiss her again. And if I kiss her again, there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to stop until she’s naked and crying my name.Covered in my cum and coming hard around my gigantic, spilling cock.
I want to come inside her. Now. Tonight.
Jesus Christ.
I really am losing it.
I don’twantto be a fucking lunatic about this, but I have no control over how much I already need her.
So I content myself instead—as much as the new beast in me can be contented—with gazing at her like a love-drunk wretch while trying not to be obvious about it.
“That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life.” I love this about her. She’s a sassy New Orleans version of pure sunshine. She’s genuinely one of those glass-half-full people and I haven’t met many of those in my life. Maybe I just don’t travel in those kinds of circles, but I find it wildly endearing. “This definitely beats spending the morning cleaning hotel rooms.” She laughs. “God, did you see Ellen’s face when she walked out? She wasirateabout letting me go for the day. I dread to think about the jobs she’ll make me do tomorrow, but who cares. It was so worth it.”
Her sweet-as-molasses accent really does kill me. And something about the way she enunciates her words reminds me of how young she is.
And gets me even harder than I already fucking was.
Amelie doesn’t know that she’s not going back to work tomorrow. Or the day after that. It feels too soon to announce to her that I’m taking her back to New York with me, when she’s ready. I need to ease her into the idea and make sure she doesn’t feel rushed. But itishappening. And I can’t resist. “Actually, I told Ellen you wouldn’t be at work tomorrow either.”
Her eyes go wide and her full, pink, insanely-tempting lips form a small O.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“You did?”
“Yeah.”
She gets a tiny furrow between her blondish-red eyebrows. “I’ve already forgiven you once because ofthe day we’re having”—in air quotes and with a hazel glimmer, because it’s our new little inside joke—“but it’s insanely presumptuous of you, to just go ahead and tell her that.” Like she’s mad at me. “You realize I’ll probably lose my job over this, right? I can’t justtaketime off like that. You should have asked me.”
“I did ask you.” All I can think about is,sex with her is going to be fucking fireworks.Every time she gets mad at me, she lights another match to the wildfire of obsession coursing through my bloodstream. “You said no because you weren’t allowed to take days off. Even though, legally, you are. So, I fixed your problem for you.”
She’s in too good a mood to hold a grudge, but she’s still annoyed. “You fixed it foryou.ButI’mthe one who will have to deal with the fallout, just saying. I’m not a full-time employee, technically speaking. She doesn’t have to give me time off.” The pout is fucking killing me. She shrugs a little. “It’s still worth it though.”
“I already told you I took care of it. You’re not fired and there won’t be any retribution, if you do choose to go back.” I say it dismissively, like it’s a sure thing that she won’t. Which it is. She hears this in my tone. And I can’t help adding. “Which you won’t.”
Her huff is almost petulant. “Sure. Of course I won’t.”
“As I said, I’ll take care of you.” We’re pulling up in front of Maison Rêve. “Now stop protesting for five minutes while I do exactly that.”
19
Maison Rêveon Royal Street does swanky old school waiters, white tablecloths and dark wood like it invented all three, which it basically did.
We step inside and the delicious scents coming from the kitchen make my stomach growl. I can’t actually remember when I last ate something.
I’ll admit I’m kind of teasing him because there’s something outrageously fun about arguing with Dallas. He’s so freaking cocky I’m hardly going to let him off every hook.
