I swallowed hard as the words started to stick in my throat.
But somehow I managed to get them out. “I want to be yours.”
Just as I said those words, the truck started to slip again.
He got it under control and dropped his speed down even more before he rasped, “Wish we weren’t in this truck right now, or I’d pull you into my arms and show you how ‘mine’ you actually are.”
The way he said those words sent a shiver down my spine.
Anticipation zinged at my every nerve ending.
By the time we ended up at Creed’s place, I couldn’t even enjoy the view because I was practically squirming in my seat.
I knew the moment we were inside I’d be in his arms.
I knew that he’d kiss me.
I knew that this was what I’d been desperately waiting for for what felt like the entirety of my life.
I felt like I was in one of my romance novels, right at the climax of the story that…
A truck with a snowplow zoomed past us as we turned into Creed’s driveway.
A heavy pile of snow barricaded us in, and unless we wanted to spend hours digging ourselves out, we would be here for a while.
Then again, based on the weather models, the storm that was said to be heading this way would only make it even more impossible.
Cody.
How thoughtful of her not to care about who she was blocking in with the stupid snowplow truck that my dad let her use like she owned it…
But even she couldn’t beat this feeling that was filling my chest.
Butterflies were swarming my belly as Creed parked and reluctantly let my hand go.
I unbuckled carefully, still very aware of my arm.
My door opened and I turned to see Creed there with his arms out.
I went into them, but instead of him putting me down on the ground, he guided my legs around his waist and said, “Hang on. My front walk is really uneven.”
I knew that very, very well. In fact, I had stitches underneath my chin from when I was six and had been running up them in the exact same conditions.
But even the thought of being in my old house, where almost every single one of my good memories of my life was staged, couldn’t dim my excitement at being in Creed’s arms. Couldn’t take back the way his words earlier had made me feel.
I hung on, looping my legs around his waist, and my one good arm around his neck.
It wasn’t necessary, though, because he had such a solid hold on me that I could hang there loosely and he’d still have me.
He made it up the stairs and into his place before he allowed my body to slowly slide down his.
I missed nothing.
Not the feel of his gun that was tucked under his shirt. Not the hard planes of his chest. Not the belt buckle at the middle of his hips. And definitely not the hard length of his cock now pressed against my belly.
And, of course, I had to ruin the moment by blurting out, “This used to be my house.”
He blinked.
