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“Crazy with want, crazy with worry, crazy with need,” he says, his lips a breath away from mine.
I stare into his eyes, my breath stalled in my lungs as he grins.
“Crazy with love.”
“What?” I ask, my breath rushing out of me in a gasp.
I was hoping that he would ask me to stay. Deep down, I wanted him to admit that he loved me, but I didn’t dare hope for it.
“I love you, baby girl. I need you to stay with me. Can’t let you out of my sight,” he says, trailing kisses up my neck. “Say that you’ll stay. Say that you’ll be mine.”
“Only if you will be mine too,” I whisper, and he smiles at me softly before his lips meet mine.
The kiss is barely a whisper, and I pout when he pulls back.
“Harvie, I’ve been yours since I turned around in that little cabin and first laid eyes on you. You own me, baby girl.”
“I love you too,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck and crawling into his lap.
“Say it again.”
“You first,” I reply.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
His lips land on mine and this time it’s hard, possessive.
His hands pull at my clothes, stripping me in no time, and I hurry to catch up. We break apart, both of us sucking in oxygen like we just ran a marathon and grinning at each other as he grabs my legs and spreads them wide.
He steps between them, his cock lining up with my opening, and I look up into his eyes.
“And you didn’t want to date a client,” I say with a breathless laugh.
“Not a client. Just you. You’re my one exception,” he tells me, and I grin as he thrusts inside of me and shows me just how much he loves me.
THIRTEEN
Rule
Five Years Later…
I should have knownthat I was in trouble the minute that the doctor told me that it was a girl. I had just been hoping that my daughter looked just like her mom. Now I’m regretting that because she does, and she gets just as much attention as her mom does too.
“He’s holding her hand again,” I growl to my wife, and I see Harvie roll her eyes.
“They’re just little kids.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Trust me, I know,” she says dryly.
We’re dropping our daughter off at daycare, and just like every other day this week, she and her best friend, Ryder, run to each other, hug, and then skip off holding hands.
My wife keeps telling me to let it go, that they’re just kids, but I can see the way that Ryder stares at her. He’s in love with her already.
Not that I can blame him. Maise has the same red hair as her mother and a mixture of our eyes, so it looks like the forest in a fog. She was the most beautiful baby that I’ve ever seen, and I knew then that my job as her father was going to be hard. I just thought that I had another decade or so before I had to start worrying about boys sniffing around her.
