Page 21 of A Very Grumpy Green Beret

“But last night⁠—”

“Last night,” I cut him off, “I was freaked out. But I looked through everything, and I’m not scared of you anymore. Your methods might have been extreme, but I kind of think all of it was… sweet,” I finish.

“What?”

I look up into his handsome face. He looks like he’s holding his breath. His eyes are half filled with hope and nerves, like he’s worried he’s dreaming all of this right now.

I laugh. “I think that maybe your crazy matches mine.”

“Perry, are you sure? I can’t take you rejecting me again,” he rasps.

“I’m sure.”

“I’ve tracked you,” he blurts, confessing all his sins. “I followed you back to that shitty motel every night. I spent most nights sleeping outside in my Jeep because I didn’t want to come back here alone.”

“I felt you. I could feel someone watching me,” I admit.

He swallows hard. “I have a tracker on your car. I knew something was wrong that first day we met, when I fixed your tire.”

“I’m glad it was you who helped me.”

He grows more confident, more hopeful, the less I react. “I stalked you online. I found every photo of you I could.”

I shrug. “There weren’t many.”

He shakes his head. “No. I both loved and hated that.”

“Why?”

“Because I needed more of you, but at the same time, I didn’t want anyone else looking at you.”

I snort, shaking my head at his logic.

“I’ve fucked my hand every day for the last eight months thinking about you.”

“Yeah? How was I in your fantasies?”

“A fucking dream.”

“Want to see what it’s like in real life?” I ask huskily, my body burning alive at the look in his eyes.

This man is insane, possessive, obsessive, and so far gone for me.

Thank God for that because I’m just as lost for him.

With every confession, every admission to what he’d been doing, the lengths he’d gone to just to get closer to me, my core clenched and my panties grew damp.

Now, as he closes the distance between us, I’m worried I might come before he even touches me.

Luca’s big body presses mine against the front door, and I suck in a sharp breath when his cock digs into my stomach. His heated eyes are locked onto my face. At that moment, I feel like prey being stalked by an alpha predator.

And I love it.

I love how he makes me feel so small and dainty. I’ve always been on the chubby side, something my parents always commented on, telling me that no man would ever want me. I used to believe them. Not anymore. Not after meeting Luca.

His body heat sears my skin as he presses against me, and I shiver in his hold.

“Pumpkin, are you sure? I can stop now, but once we start, I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name and I’m covered in your pussy juices.”