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I swallow.
Fuck.
But I had to tell her, didn’t I before we had sex?
She needed to find out at some point.
I step forward, staring down at her, my balls never feeling fuller.
“Yes,” I tell her, knowing this could be the end. “The truth is, Faye…I don’t just want to be your boyfriend, your partner, whatever. The truth is I feel like – I know – we belong together. You belong to me. Your curvy body and your talent and your love and you, every part of you, it’s mine.”
My voice is coming out gruff, shaking a little with the effort of not grabbing her again.
“I want you forever,” I growl. “I need you forever. I knew it the second I saw you when I returned to the States. I knew you were mine. I knew you were always going to be mine.”
She reaches up, touching my chest, digging her fingernails in as though she needs to make physical contact.
“You knew we were going to come here. To your cabin. You knew we might break our agreement.”
“Yes,” I tell her honestly. “I can’t stop wanting you.”
“You really want a family? To…,” she laughs as though finding it surreal. “You want to make me pregnant?”
I squeeze her hips, letting her feel the full force of my possessive intent.
“I need it,” I tell her. “I need you. I know how I sound.”
“Crazy,” she cuts in, laughing softly.
I chuckle. “Yeah, I guess so.”
She moves closer to me, sliding her hands around my body. “If you’re crazy, then so am I.”
She can’t know the effect these words are going to have on me. If she did, she might know better than to throw them out there so casually, to tempt me with so much whirling hunger.
I kiss the edge of her mouth. “I’m not sure you understand what I’m saying.”
“Felix.”
I lean back, studying her. She stares up with her eyes flaring sassily, with something like a smile crossed with a grimace on her lips, an alluring expression unique to her.
But that’s not saying much.
Everythingfeels unique to my woman.
“Yeah?”
She laughs softly. “What I’m about to say might sound mean, but I don’t mean it to be, okay?”
“Okay…”
She sighs, brushing her dress down. The fabric is still clinging to her thighs, hugging her curvy legs.
She tugs on it, flashing me a look.
I can read it easily. That felt so good.
But then she focuses.
