“You have no idea.”
The smile she gives me right then is warm.
Inviting.
Dangerous.
It's the kind of smile that makes a man start imagining things.
Things he probably shouldn't.
Things involving Sunday mornings and shared coffee and forever.
The terrifying part?
I don't hate those thoughts.
Not one bit.
“Need help, Tough Guy?”
Did she just give me a nickname?
I grin because I like that.
She’s so soft and sweet, but she needs someone tough in her corner.
I can do that.
I can be her Tough Guy.
“Nah. I got this,” I reply.
Then I pull.
Mary gasps as I undress her, quickly but carefully.
Like an eager kid unwrapping a present.
And she certainly is that.
Best damn gift I’ve ever received.
I climb on the bed, hovering over her, and I moan as I press my forehead against hers.
She’s breathing heavier now.
So am I.
I open my eyes and press our mouths together.
We’re so close now.
Close enough that nothing else exists.
Her body is soft and warm.
I lift my head and our gazes lock.
