“What are you thinking, Little Fox?”I murmur in her ear before pressing a soft kiss to the spot right behind it.
“I'm thinking about us.About all the forbidden romances I’ve read.I'm wondering if our story will turn out the way I want it to, or the way I think it will.”
“Are they the same?”
“No,” she whispers.“Not even close.”
Dixie leans her head back against my chest and lets out a sigh.I tighten my hold on her and squeeze my eyes shut.
I should tell her to go home.End this before it can really begin.So far, we’ve barely kissed, we can walk away from that, but if I get more of her…
“I don’t know what to do,” I whisper.
Dixie places the picture frame back on the end table and spins around to face me.She snakes her arms around my neck and her eyes search mine.
“What do you mean?”
“If we do what I want to do, there’s no going back.You’ll be mine.I’ll never let you go.”
“Ok.”
“But your dad…” I trail off, unsure of what else to say.
“My dad is more important.”She nods her head and tries to step away from me.
“Dixie,” I growl, tightening my hold on her.
“It’s ok, Storm.I knew where I stood with you long before the night at McHugh’s.I just got caught up in things.I thought maybe it could be different.”She holds her head high and refuses to let her emotions overtake her, but I can see the disappointment in her eyes.I can feel the way her body sagged just a little bit before she straightened again.
“Screw it,” I growl as I sweep her into my arms and deposit her in the middle of my bed.I crawl over her body and hover above.
“What are you doing?”She squeals.
“Shhh, Little Fox.I don’t want anyone to hear you,” I murmur, peppering her neck with slow and lazy kisses.
“But what are you doing?”She groans.“I thought you just said-”
“I'm an idiot if I think I can walk away from you.No matter how many times I’ve tried to pretend I feel nothing for you, I can't convince myself to stay away from you.You’ve always been my end game, Dixie.I want you to be mine.”
“What about my dad?”
“I’ll deal with him.I just need some time to figure out how.”
“What about the club?”She asks slowly.Even though she’s not saying the words, I know she’s asking if she’s more important than the club
“Nothing is more important than my Little Fox,” I murmur as my kisses move down her neck.
“Are you sure about this, Storm?”The concern in her voice has me glancing up to meet her gaze.She brushes my long hair back, letting her fingers move through the locks needing to be cut.
“I'm not letting you go.Not when we’re on the same page.”
“You don’t care about how young I am?”
“Why does it feel like you’re looking for reasons we shouldn’t be together?”I arch a brow.
“Because I’ve been told my entire life to stay away from you.I’ve been told you were too old for me, too dangerous, too wild.I was told to stay away from the club and any members.”
“By who?”
