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My cock is hard, has been from the moment I saw her, only to turn into steel when her eyes met mine, and being so far away and yet so close to her has done nothing to stem my arousal. There is a part of me that wants to throw her over my shoulder and take her home to lock her inside and fuck her until neither one of us can walk again.
Don’t scare the girl. Lure her.
Right. That feels like a better plan.
I close the distance between us when Paisley doesn’t get up right away after being dismissed from the formal event, even though the attendees have a chance to have a drink and mingle. I hope they eat the food and enjoy it, but my brain barely registers the thought because I need to get my woman away from all these damn wolves.
She’s the farthest from single she’s ever been in her life. Because she’s mine and I’m going to show her.
A little smile is playing on her lips as she looks down at the score card in front of her. My voice is a rasp, “I hope that smile on your face has nothing to do with the men on those cards.”
Her head snaps up and her eyes widen right before she sasses me, “What if it is?”
I crouch down, getting myself eyelevel to my woman in the chair. My eyes roam over her face, taking her in. This close I can see how smooth her skin is, how soft it looks. It makes me want to run my fingers all over it, touch it, enjoy it, a delicacy which is only mine.
“If you’re smiling that secret little smile because of one of these men then I’ll be forced to take you over my knee, spank your ass and then fuck you so good you forget other men exist.” Her eyes round, but the way her breathing picks up tells me she likes everything I’m offering. It makes me want to push her and see how much I can take, only to give it all right back to her again. I smirk at her, “I think you like that idea, Sugar.” I lick my lips; I swear I can taste her sweetness there. “I bet you taste damn good. I can’t wait to try.”
“Wow,” the word comes out on a puff of air and I’m close enough to feel it against my face.
It would be so easy to lean in and take her mouth, devour her until I’m satiated. I’m pretty sure I never would be, though. Never.
I stand up slowly and watch her brown eyes ignite as she watches my movements, soaking them up. It’s very fucking clear the effect she has on me, and her eyes widen as she takes in the bulge in my pants. I want her to see. She needs to see.
Paisley’s cheeks pink in the most adorable way and she tries to avert her eyes, but they keep darting back down. I let out a small groan because when she licks her lips, I can imagine the way they would look wrapped around my cock. I become painfully hard at the thought, but I know I won’t get relief tonight.
Not from anything more than my hand.
I want my woman to know she means the world to me. I’ll show her. I’ll treat her right. I’ll make her my queen.
I can’t wait to cook for her.
I reach my hand out for her, “Come on, Sugar.”
Her hand is soft and warm when it slips into mine and clicks into place. I know my hands are rough, but when I slide my thumb along her skin, the way she shivers tells me she doesn’t mind at all. I pull her up gently, loving how she’s around 5’6” to my 6’2”, she’ll tuck against my body perfectly. I want to feel every one of her curves against every one of my hard edges. My cock thumps in agreement.
When I lead her over to grab a drink, this time one of the non-alcoholic options, and then away from the people chatting, Paisley seems to be in a bit of a daze. I know how she feels. But this is a fog I welcome and find relief in.
I’ve found her.
I didn’t really think I ever would. Not because I don’t deserve love, I do. Everyone does. I figured I wouldn’t meet someone from the back of the bistro and behind closed doors and, since my career has been my focus for so long, I let it go.
“What brought you to speed dating?” I try and keep the derision out of my voice, but it’s there, I can hear it. Now, it’s not so much about the speed dating aspect but the fact that she was out there, with all those men, being looked at by them and some of them thinking they had a chance in hell with her.
They don’t.
Not anymore.
Paisley tilts her head to the side slightly and studies me as she takes a drink. “Not a fan of speed dating?” She narrows her eyes at me. “You’re not one of those anti-Valentine’s Day people, are you?”
I chuckle and shake my head, loving her sassy attitude and the fire it fills me with. Fuck. I’m hungry for her.
“No, I have nothing against Valentine’s Day or romance,” I tell her, putting emphasis on the last part. Since it is up to me now, I want her to know I’m going to romance her, I’m going to show her exactly how she deserves to be treated. “I was more against the whole speed dating aspect. At first.”
Her nose scrunches up slightly, “At first? Not now?”
I lean into her, loving the way her entire body stills as I do. I run my nose along the column of her neck and take a deep breath. She smells like cranberries and citrus, a smell I have always loved because it reminds me of being cozy and family. She smells like home.
“No, not now.” I know I’m being too forward, but I’m not going to stop; I can’t. I kiss right below her earlobe. “Now, I fucking hate speed dating.” I pull back and look down at her, my jaw clenching at the thought of men thinking they’ll be matched with her. “Because all these men thought they had a chance with you, and now it is my most hated activity ever created.”
