Page 34 of Heart of the Race

“Varro.”

“Last time, I promise. We’ll go, and then we’ll come back and live together in your sweet little house. I’ll still have to drive, but I’ll come home.”

My mouth was open, but no words were coming out.

“We can get a dog.”

“Varro.”

“I know you need a home, baby. I do. I’m gonna be that, I swear.”

I was going to pass out. “You don’t want me. You just want a babysitter.”

“No,” he growled as he sat up, grabbed hold of my ass, and yanked me onto his lap.

I gasped as he caught my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently, then harder, sucking it into his hot mouth.

My bucking against him could not be helped; the coursing sensations annihilated me. I had waited my whole life to be where I was right now, clutched tight, his hands digging into my flesh.

When he leaned back, I caught his look, the sweetness in it.

“We need to talk,” I managed to get out.

“After,” he whispered. “Can you get up now and take me inside and show me your bed?”

“It doesn’t have to be that,” I said, because I wanted him to be sure.

“What do you mean?”

God, what was I even saying?

“Come here,” he said warmly, hands on my face as he drew me forward. He smiled against my lips. “Do you want me?”

“That’s the stupidest question ever.”

The laugh lines around his eyes crinkled, and I saw the curl of his beautiful mouth, the full lower lip, the thinner upper one.

“You kiss everybody the way you just kissed me?” he wanted to know.

“Another stupid question.”

“Okay,” he said, and just then I got that he was nervous too.

I stood up slowly, not wanting to spook him, and picked up his duffel. “Follow me.”

“Have been all my life.”