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“Fine,” she says, with a little feistiness in her voice.
I find myself smirking at her tone, my thoughts soaring to a future where she gifts our children with the same feistiness.
“But you at least have to explain why you saved me, specifically… and why you’re attracted to me—”
“I’m attracted to you because you’re attractive,” I snarl, moving my gaze to her again. “There’s no hidden meaning there, Rosie, at least not in the way you’re implying.”
“What way is that?” she snaps, folding her arms.
I almost groan when she does that, her arms pushing her breasts together gorgeously, drawing my eye all over again. I swallow a thousand wants and force my gaze to remain on her face.
“You think you’re ugly,” I say. “And I hate it. I fucking hate that you’d ever see yourself that way. I wish you could see what I see.”
“What do you see?” she murmurs, some of the fire draining from her face, replaced with something softer.
“Beauty,” I say, voice husky. “Beauty like I never could’ve dreamed existed before I laid eyes on you. Everything about you is perfect. I’ll convince you of that one day.”
“One day,” she says, still in that same breathy tone. “So I was right. This is more than a fling, huh?”
I laugh darkly and rise from my seat, walking over to the railing and laying my elbows against it.
“You’ll think I’m crazy if I tell you,” I say.
“Try me,” she murmurs, walking up next to me.
She pauses beside me. Out of my peripheral vision – honed by years of awareness, of bloody work, of violence – I see her lift her hand and then drop it.
She was going to place it on my shoulder, but she lost her nerve at the last second.
I turn to her and grab her wrist, moving her hand to my shoulder with a smirk.
She giggles.
“I’m—No, I can’t say sorry, can I? Okay, then I’ll just say I get a little nervous. And I’ve never been intimate with anybody before. Earlier – what we did – it’s the first time I’ve ever done anything like that.”
The base of my cock throbs and pulses, fresh need trying to make me rock solid.
“You have no idea how crazy that makes me,” I snarl.
“Why?” she says, her hand getting tight on my shoulder. “You haven’t explained anything. None of this makes any sense. I want to understand, Ryland. I thought you were going to kick me out when I refused to have sex with you earlier.”
I laugh grimly, lifting my hand to cradle her flushed face.
“My perfect little virgin maid,” I tease, and she giggles. “Only immature little dickheads throw hissy fits when a woman rejects them. And don’t worry. You’ll be giving yourself to me, truly giving yourself, very, very soon.”
She whimpers at the force of my words.
“But why?” she moans.
I loop my arms around her body and pull her close to me so that there’s no space between us, our bodies feeling like they could collapse into each other at any second.
“Because we’re going to be together forever,” I growl. “Because you belong to me, and me alone. Because the second I saw you, saw a photograph of you, I knew you were the woman I’ve been waiting my whole life for. That, my perfect sexy maid, is why.”
Chapter Eleven
Rosie
I stare up into his swimming silver eyes, struggling to take in what he just told me in my mind.
He’s been waiting his whole life for me?
I almost laugh at the thought. It speeds through me like a bullet of impossibility, shattering parts of me that only started to grow when I laid eyes on him.
No, earlier than that.
These crazy emotions swirled to life inside of me when I heard him through the door, as though he could transmit all this want and desperate desire without me even needing to see him.
“Rosie, you’re going to give birth to my children one day. And one day soon, I hope. You belong to me. That’s why I’m not mad about you being a virgin. Hell, that’s why I like it. Because it means I get to be the only one to claim you. No other man is ever going to touch you. You belong to me. Everything you are, everything you will ever be, it’s mine.”
“And that’s why you saved me,” I murmur, feeling as though I’m throwing these words over a gap many miles away.
His hands tighten on my hips, making my belly twist with desire, making my womb sing. I thought I was crazy for thinking things like that – things about wombs and families and destiny – and yet he’s just basically told me he feels the same.
“No,” he says. “I mean—yes, I would never let anything happen to you. But I wasn’t lying when I told you I’d never hurt a woman.”
