She quipped, “Neither. Your backyard.”
I winked, “Done.”
Then she giggled and said, “Well, that and we need to make sure we’re compatible in the bedroom.”
I lifted a brow, “Make sure? Baby girl, there’s no making sure about this. You were made for me, and I was made for you. End of discussion.”
She lifted a brow, “End of discussion?”
I shrugged, “Just stating facts.”
Then I really took in the look that was on her face.
There was something there she wasn’t revealing.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Huh?” she asked as she tilted her head to the side.
“You got this look on your face. What’s wrong?” I asked.
She sighed, “I’m worried you won’t be happy with me in that area.”
I growled, “Baby, the only way I won’t be happy is if my cock goes down after only two rounds.”
Her eyes widened at that.
“Two? In one night?” she asked.
I winked, “Usually, I only want one. But with you, I want every single one I can get.”
She bit her lip, and that told me that there was something else there.
That was why I asked, “You sure about this?”
She stared up at me, then she asked, “Can I ask you something?”
I winked, “You can ask me anything.”
“Will you think less of me?” she asked.
I narrowed my eyes at her, then stepped back from her and held out my arms, “Do you think less of me for knowing that I won’t hesitate to end someone who doesn’t know to stop staring at what’s mine?”
She bit her bottom lip and then slowly shook her head in the negative.
I grinned as I lowered my arms and then wrapped her up in my embrace with one arm and pulled her to me, and with my other arm, I brought it up, and ran my hand through her hair, and asked, “How can you think any less of me?”
She sighed, then face planted into my chest, “I’m nervous.”
I had to strain to hear her, but I did. Therefore, I said, “Then we wait.”
She growled, “But I don’t want to wait.”
I chuckled, “Then why the fuck are we still standing here?”
Something seemed to click in her mind, and then she pulled back, took in my face, seemed to process something, and then she giggled and raced to my truck.
I growled, then raced after her, and called out, “Touch that door handle, and I’ll tan your ass red.”
