One Bossy Offer
-- EXCERPT: “But I have to say, you’re scaring me, Cromwell.” I cock my head, searching her eyes. “You’re making me think you might have a heart bigger than a raisin.” I raise a brow. “Why would you say that? We were doing so well.” “Because you’re still a liar. You obviously loved Gram’s cheesecake. Why can’t you just admit it?” “Benson. Not me,” I bite off, turning away as my face heats behind my shadow of a beard. “I’m grateful for the heart-to-heart. Really. But all of this could have waited until tomorrow. You didn’t have to drag yourself over here so late,” she says. “The hell I didn’t.” The conviction in my voice surprises me. “I’m just glad I got here before Ace started working on your wiring.” I know I’m risking her throwing me out. I don’t care. When her eyes soften, I’m surprised. She scrapes her teeth against her bottom lip and moves closer. “And what if he does?” Her chin tilts up. Her face is already red as it comes as close to mine as it was on my boat that night I should have taken her lip with my teeth. I missed my chance once. Never again. Before I can ground myself, I grab her and throw her against the wall. My lips chase hers like a hunter. My tongue flicks against her soft lips ravenously, forcing her mouth open. I don’t have to try hard. She melts like her grandmother’s honey, all willing sweetness. Fuck, I’ve never tasted anything so sweet. And if I could ignore the hurt in my cock, the braising sting to take more, to take everything, I might never come up for air. I’m sure she’s caught in the same delicious pain. Her arms curl around my neck, pleading for more. I kiss her until I can’t, tearing myself away with a scorched breath. “Tell Ace to fuck off, kitten. No one—no one but me—ever touches you.” Every word makes me more delirious. I don’t recognize who or what the fuck I am saying this, spouting jealous demands I’ve never made to any other woman. But her eyes burn back into mine, green witchfire enchanting my soul. She nods, her nails dragging through my hair, urging my mouth back to hers. This time, it’s incandescent, a slow burn with a building hunger. Her tongue explores mine, and I meet her urgency, groaning into her mouth, filling her with the voice of my need because I can’t fill her with anything else. Not fucking yet.
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