“I remembered something.”
“What?” she asks, playing with the ends of my hair.
With my palms firmly planted on her ass, I give the cheek a squeeze. “That you were always a greedy little thing, wanting me all to yourself.”
Tilting her head, she bites her lip. The gesture makes her look even more adorable than she is. “I never made a secret of that.”
“I’ve never kissed anyone else,” I confess, done with all the secrets and denial.
Her eyes brighten with sheer delight.
“I have always been yours, haven’t I?” I ask, but it’s rhetorical, aware of the fact.
She rewards me with the most radiant smile that lights up my world.
If her brother were to come in this moment and pull me off her, I’d kill my best friend with no remorse. No one can or will keep me from her. One kiss shot any bit of rationality I had left.
Gently placing her down, I take her hand, interlacing our fingers.
Heading to the golf cart, I glance at her from the corner of my eye. She touches her lips as if still in disbelief that the kiss happened.
It happened, and the dam to my control shattered, overflowing with carnal urges.
By the time I am done with her, I will have touched every inch of her, leaving an indelible mark of ownership in and out of her skin.
Desire burns a path through me, burning me up. My cock is so painfully hard that it takes immense self-control not to fuck her right here and now to ease the maddening need. I adjust my pants as if in consolation, knowing I can finally satisfy the craving soon.
Bringing the guns and shooting gear back inside, we hop onto the golf cart. Once I park it in front of the mansion, she hops off, but halts, twirling to me. “I’ll just grab the picnic basket.”
Thinking about where to go since we need some privacy, I wait for her by my car. I won’t risk anyone seeing her overcomewith pleasure. Opening the trunk, I rush to grab the basket from her and place it inside.
Lorenzo stares at me from the other side of the pavement, his hawk eyes letting me know he’s on to me.
I ignore him and open the passenger door for her before getting in the driver’s seat.
As she hums, I place my palm on her thigh, needing the physical contact. After years of repression, my pent-up desire has only built until it erupted.
She grins at my hand on her thigh.
I would do any fucking thing to ensure her happiness.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, placing her hand on mine.
I turn my palm over to interlace our fingers. “What are you thanking me for?”
A contented sound rolls out of her mouth. “For giving in and letting me have my dream life for at least a little while.”
“Being with me would be your dream life?” I ask, swallowing the lump of emotions stuck in my throat.
“What better life could I have?” she murmurs. “There’s no more freedom than when I am with you. You’d make every one of my dreams come true. Support and encourage me.”
I stare out the windshield as if there’s the answer to my predicament. “It would be a gilded cage, Dahlia. Don’t forget that.”
She shrugs, seemingly unperturbed by the fact. “But the door would always remain open. I was born to live in it, but with you, I could also spread my wings, fly away and return to my safe place. To you.”
That one sentence completely wrecks me, blaring with the truth.
She sighs, the tip of her nose crinkling. “Before your brain takes over and you remember how you go behind my brother’s back and blah blah.”
