“You just want to get in my pants again,” she whispered as she started to giggle.
“Well. That too.”
“So you don’t think I’m ugly?”
I nudged her shirt open with my nose, exposing more of the scars. “I love you, Race True. Every. Single. Inch,” I murmured against her skin as I placed tiny kisses along the lines.
Tears started to stream down her cheeks. “I love you too, Morgan DeLuca. Will you do something for me?” she asked, wiping away the tears from her face.
“Anything,” I replied, glancing up at her.
“Make love to me,” she whispered, running her fingers through my hair.
Without waiting another moment, I moved up her body and settled my mouth over hers.
I kissed her like my life depended on it, sharing the very air we breathed.
I didn’t fuck Race True.
No.
I made love to my woman.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sweet as Sugar
Morgan
Race fidgeted with her hands. “Shit, I’m so nervous.”
“Why?” I stopped walking and turned to face her. “You’ve met Ma and Auntie Mar, and without me, too. They’re the toughest.”
She shook her head. “It was different.”
“You weren’t mine?” I asked as a smile crept across my face and I cupped her cheek.
“Yes. I mean, this is your family,” she said, glancing toward the sky. “What if they hate me?”
I brushed her lips with mine. “They won’t hate you.”
“Liar,” she teased. “We didn’t make it to dinner last week.”
I couldn’t hide my amusement as I chuckled. “I explained things. They understood, princess. They thought we were busy.”
“Oh my God. They thought we were having sex?” she asked, her mouth hanging open.
“No!” I replied. They probably did think that. “They know we fell asleep.”
“Uh-huh,” she muttered and then sighed.
I grabbed her hand, holding it tight. “Come on before they come outside to get us. They’re probably all watching from the windows.”
“You know I love your ma,” she said as she walked beside me, squeezing my hand.
“You do?” I asked as I glanced at her.
“Yeah. She calls me every day to check on me.”
