I spin around and scoop her up before she can finish.
She gasps as her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, her arms locking around my shoulders.
“Oh my God, what are you doing?”she demands, half scandalized, half thrilled.
“I’m getting you exactly where I want you,” I tell her, voice low and rough against her throat.
“But I’m too heavy—ow!”
Her protest turns into a soft yelp when I nip at her earlobe, teeth grazing just enough to make a point.
“Need you to watch your mouth when you talk about my woman like that, Honey,” I murmur.“Now hold on to me.”
Her breath stutters.
Her grip tightens.
And yeah—maybe it’s possessive.
Maybe it’s a little unhinged.
But I am not playing around.
I carry her up those stairs like she weighs nothing, like the only thing in this house that matters is the woman wrapped around me.
I don’t slow down.
I don’t hesitate.
Because she chose me.
And now I’m done pretending I don’t need her just as badly.
Chapter11
Kelly
My stomach is full of butterflies.
Not the sweet, polite kind.
These are feral little creatures.
Wild-winged things throwing a full-on mosh pit inside my body.
Every nerve ending feels lit up, buzzing, alive.
I expected J.T.to be pleased when I said yes.
Relieved.
Maybe smug.
He did, after all, admit to wanting me first back at Greyson and Clara’s wedding.
But this?
Being hauled up like some reckless fairy-tale princess and carried through his sprawling mountain mansion by a man whose shoulders could rival Paul freaking Bunyan’s?
