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He lets go of the baluster and turns. His electric blue orbs penetrate mine as his thumbs remove my tears. The care in his touch embraces my heart on its deepest level. "Please don't cry, sweetheart. My goal today was to give you the perfect day. And it ended up in a disaster. I wasn't in time to stop him from hurting you, and it drives me nuts. I can't bear to lose you. Alex, I..."
Gazing back into his stormy clouds, a profound realization hits me. "Don't you understand? You gave me the perfect day. Simply being with you is what it takes to make my day complete. With you, I'm the old, confident me and not the terrified woman who’s afraid to go out of the house and who jumps up every time someone touches her. You helped me with that. You pulled me through some hard moments." I lift my hand and stroke my fingers over his beard. "I love you."
He lowers his head and places his forehead against mine. The warm, masculine fragrances—sandalwood and cedar—from his cologne encircle me as the cyclone in his eyes intensifies into a full-on tornado.
"Say that again," he whispers.
"I love you, Cole Walker."
With a smile warmer than the sun that shone upon us during our mind-blowing 'tie me to the bed' session hours ago, he whispers back, "I love you, too."
He claims my mouth—hot, fiery, passionate, and demanding. These overwhelming emotions spread through every inch of my body as I give in to them.
Minutes pass before our lips part.
"Your words made it official. You're mine and only mine. All rights reserved."
My heart palpitates at his dominant confession—I love it. Not considering my injury, I lift my arms, and instead of swinging them around his neck, I bang my plastered hand against the side of Cole's face. I curse as spears of pain jolt through me.
He chuckles at the flow of swear words leaving my lips and places a soft kiss on my forehead before picking me up bridal style and setting me on the four-poster bed. He fluffs two red pillows and gestures for me to take a seat against them. Once I'm leaning into them, he removes my shoes.
"Now wait here," he commands, while disappearing into the house.What is he up to?
A few minutes later, I get my answer, and my mouth waters witnessing a bare-chested Cole coming my way with a sexy, devious smile on his face while holding a plate with a slice of chocolate Boston cream pie in one hand and a glass of water in the other. A draped red blanket is hanging over his right shoulder.
He takes a seat on the bed and places the plate in between us and the blanket near my feet. I take the glass from him, but huff as he opens his hand, showing two tablets.
"Oh, that isn't necessary," I protest.
"Yes, it is. I don't want you to be in pain. The other painkillers will wear off soon. So be my good girl, and take these," he comments in a steady lower-pitch voice.
I raise my chin and roll my eyes at his set jaw and furrowing brows. When he sees my defiance, he lifts his eyebrows.
"Alex, you've got two options. One; take these pills," he says, staring at the tablets in his hand. "And as a reward, we'll continue our date, and I'll share this delicious Boston cream pie with you. The second option is to refuse. But then you don't get one bite of it, and you can watch me eat the whole thing by myself."
I narrow my eyes. "You wouldn't dare."
He places the tablets in my hand, and with the corners of his lips lifted, he grabs the Boston cream pie off the plate and takes a bite. I swallow as he closes his eyes and lets out an approving moan that triggers my core. In a flash, I throw the tablets in my mouth and wash them away with two sips of water.
"That's my girl." He scoots closer, grabs my chin between his fingers and brushes his lips over mine.
My tongue darts out to get a taste of the ultimate combination. "You and the Boston Cream pie are mine. And only mine. All rights reserved."
Cole's face beams. "You've got yourself a deal."
My gaze follows him as he rolls off the bed and walks to my side, offering me his hand. I get up and let him lead me to an free spot in the sand. My mouth drops at his next words and action.
"Before eating our dessert, I want to dance with you."
He pulls out his phone from his form fitting jeans, searches for something, and when he finds it, his face shows that sexy crooked grin I love.
"I’m not good with words, but this song captures what I’m thinking right now."
My heart hammers loudly as he places the phone on the white linen of the dinner table. He presses a button and stares at me. The moment the tones and lyrics reach me—my vision is blurry.Dammit, don’t cry.I close the distance between our bodies when he opens his arms. He mumbles the words of the song with his delicious, deep timbre while gazing into my eyes. Our feet move—pressing into the cool white sand as we listen to the song "You’re Just Too Good To Be True”.
When it ends, I touch his cheek. "You better get used to having me around, Walker. Because after this perfect date, you’re stuck with me."
He whisks me off the ground and lies me back on the four-poster bed. "Now, it's time for our dessert."
