“I’m all for getting out of here, stat. But we don’t have to go back to Cozy Valley. I do have a place in the city.”
“About that,” I say, taking her hand as we leave and head to the lot.
“What about it?”
“I think you should get rid of it and move in with me.”
She gives me a curious sideways glance. “Seriously?”
I laugh. “Mabel, did you think I wasn’t serious about you when I gave you a love letter in front of our entire arena?”
She’s quiet for a beat as we near the exit. “I didn’t think you meant move in.”
“Move into the firehouse officially then, so we can be in the same town until you’re ready to officially move in with me,” I say, then stop, making her stop too. I guess I wasn’t clear enough before about my intentions. I will be crystal clear now. “I plan to win your heart and your hand. I want you to move in with me. So I’m just going to romance the hell out of you till you say yes.”
She smiles as she shakes her head, but it’s not a no she’s giving me. It’s more like she can’t quite believe this is happening. When we reach my car, I open the passenger door. “You drove? I can drive you to your car.”
“I did,” she says, then tells me which lot.
We take off and once we reach her car, I open that door for her too, then lean against it. “Don’t speed, no matter how much you want me to fuck you up against the wall the second we arrive.”
She scoffs. “Please. You want to fuck me up against the wall, and you have since that day in the trailer.”
I bend lower, grab her chin. “Wrong. Since the day I met you, and just for that, I’ll show you.”
“You better.”
Forty-five minutes and zero speeding tickets later, my woman is up against the door, half-naked, losing her mind, and calling my name.
It’s as close to perfect as I’ve ever felt. Mabel, falling apart in my arms, as we come together in a hot, frenzied reunion.
Her hands grab at my hair, her lips part, and she moans beautifully.
Seconds later, pleasure barrels through me and my eyes squeeze shut, colors bursting behind them, all the brilliant reds, rich blues, bright yellows, blazing oranges, and everything else in between.
At least it feels that way.
A minute later, after we straighten up and fall onto the couch in a heap of limbs and half-undressed bodies, I run a hand through her hair. “Guess what?”
“You’re getting me a llama as a gift?”
“You want a pet llama?”
She shakes her head. “No, but a llama sanctuary would be nice. Not for me to run though. I have too much going on. Anyway, what am I guessing at?”
I wiggle a brow playfully. “Evidently, I can sometimes see colors when I come hard with you.”
She laughs, but it dies quickly. “Seriously?”
“The worldfeltpretty red and orange and blue and brilliant a few minutes ago.”
She plays with my shirt, unbuttoning it the rest of the way. “You should come often then.”
I laugh. “I won’t object.” But as tempted as I am to hold her close, there’s something else I need to say. “Mabel, sweetheart.”
“Uh-oh,” she says, sitting upright.
“It’s not bad. But I want to be honest with you in a way I wasn’t before.”
