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I slide my hand down and pat her ass. Then I palm her ass because it’s too delicious not to, especially in these stretchy jeans that look like they’re painted on her.
We reach the Suburban, and I guide her to climb into the back seat, then follow her in.
Once Rob starts driving, I turn to Val. “What are you nervous about?”
She blows out a breath. “Just seeing everyone, I guess.”
My brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
Val lifts a shoulder before she finally turns her head to look at me. “I just don’t want it to be awkward. Ya know?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
She tugs at the bottom of her off-white sweater, making me wish I’d insisted she put her jacket back on before we got out of the plane. It’s not as cold here as it is back home, but I don’t want her to be uncomfortable.
“You know about our…” She lifts one hand to make a circular gesture. “Parental history. And I know that was all in the past, but I’ve worked really hard to make them like me.”
I clench my jaw. “Them?”
“King and Aspen,” she clarifies calmly, like she isn’t igniting my anger all over again. “I just don’t want them to be… I dunno. Mad at me. Or disappointed.”
“What the fuck would they have to be mad or disappointed about? They can be mad at me, but that’s formeto handle. You’ve done nothing wrong, Angel.” I work to keep my tone even.
Val looks away from me. “I didn’t fight back.”
I unbuckle my seat belt and slide across the seat until I’m next to her.
When she doesn’t look at me, I grab her chin and lift her face to mine. With her eyes on mine, I tell her the truth. “There was no fighting me, Valentine. You’re mine. There is nothing you could have done to make that not true.” Her jaw muscles move as she swallows. “Tell me.”
“I’m yours.”
I pull in a deep inhale through my nose, filling my lungs.
I was looking forI understand, butI’m yoursis so much better.
“Say that again,” I demand.
She stares me in the eyes and tells me, “I’m yours.”
My lips are on hers.
I tighten my grip on her chin and slide the fingers of my other hand through her hair to hold the back of her head, guiding her to tilt to the side so I can deepen the kiss.
Val doesn’t just let me, she participates. She grabs at me, pulls me to her.
I slide closer, tempted to undo her seat belt and pull her into my lap. But I won’t compromise her safety.
Then she scrapes her nails up the back of my head, and a shiver skitters down my arms.
Breaking our kiss, I drop my face to her shoulder. “Do that again.”
Instead of scraping her nails over my scalp, she lightly rubs her palm over my short hair.
I slip my arms around her in a hug, and her body shudders.
“I like your hair,” she whispers.
I squeeze her. “I like your hair, too.”
