“And what about after?” There was my girl and all the sass and attitude I loved so much. “After tonight.” She didn’t shy away from pointing behind her, where the queen-size bed waited.
We both knew that’s where this was going. We were inevitable.
“What happens after you get what you want from me, big guy?” I let her question hang between us for a moment before I felt my lips quirk upward in a wolfish like grin. “I’m serious,” she said, her perfectly shaped brows bunching adorably.
“I know. That’s what’s fucking cute.” It sounded arrogant, but it was genuine. She was freaking adorable.
“What do you—“ She gasped when I couldn’t stand it any longer. Being that close without touching her, without having my hands on her, was too much for me to handle. My arm quickly shot out and tagged her waist, pulling her up against mebefore dropping my forehead to press against hers. I breathed in, and just like that, some of the tension inside of me that had started to feel like a storm faded away.
“If you think one night with you would be enough for me, you haven’t been paying attention, baby.”
“Jer—“
“One night. One week. One month. One year. Fuck, a lifetime isn’t enough for me, Teresa,” I laid out.
“That’s crazy,” she gasped, and my lips quirked up higher.
“Doesn’t make it any less true,” I clipped, my lips hovering a breath away from hers. “And while we’re at it, you should know I’m a greedy bastard, cielo. I’ll take every fucking second I possibly can.” Something that looked a lot like hope flashed in her eyes, but she masked it, almost s if she worried about raising her hopes too high.
“You can’t mean that,” she said wearily.
“I do.”
“But—“
“Baby, I’m fucking blackmailing your pretty ass into hanging out with me.” I’d done all sorts of things to be around her.
At the beginning, I’d tried to avoid going there.
I’d had a plan for my life with multiple steps and Plan Bs through Zs in case they didn’t work, all leading me in one sole direction with that one purpose in mind: to play professional baseball.
But I had never planned on her.
One look at my woman had changed me. I’d fallen head over ass in love in the most obsessive and possessive way possible.
“You’re kind of a bully,” she muttered, no real argument in her voice. I tipped her head back.
“I’m okay with that if it means I’myourbully,” I said with conviction. “I will do anything to keep you safe and right here with me.” My hands gently cupped her delicate face.
There was a lot in her expressive dark eyes but mostly love. A love I knew that shone in my own. It was too quick and early for her to say it or go there, but I could see it. I knew it was possible for her to love me.
“I have to be messed up in the head,” she huffed. Tension took hold in my shoulders . “That shouldn’t be as endearing as it feels,” she whispered, and I swallowed.
“Take your clothes off, baby.”
“Just like that, huh?” she tested me. I breathed in deep. I could smell every damn note on her, from her shampoo to her perfume to the way I could almost make out the sun that had kissed her skin earlier in the day down to her sweet juicy arousal.
“You think I’m going to bend to your every command?” she pushed again. I shook my head slowly, not daring to blink, too afraid I’d miss something on her face.
“Not at all, Teresa,” I drawled, dipping my head down, and the moment I was right at her lips, I changed direction to run my nose down the line of her jaw. “But where would be the fun in that?” I whispered hoarsely against the shell of her ear. She trembled and her hand clenched around the material of my shirt.
“I want you, Teresa. In my bed, in yours… anywhere I can have you. But I won’t do anything unless you give that to me.”
“Yet you’re asking me to take my clothes off.”
“I won’t touch, if that’s what you’re worried about,” I rasped and swallowed. I had no idea why the fuck I was pushing this way, but something in me, that beast she’d unleashed, was snapping through the control that was collapsing all around me. “I want to look at what’s mine,” I stated roughly.
My lips skimmed over the erratic pulse point on her neck. Wet, drawing my tongue for a better taste. A deep almost animal sound escaped from me. She was sweet and salty.
