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No teasing.
No arrogance.
No mysterious half answers.
Just a question.
And suddenly I realize something.
This enormous, powerful man who looks like he could take anything he wants is waiting for me to decide.
My heart melts a little.
The rest of me does something considerably less wholesome.
I nod.
“Yes.”
Apparently, that's all he needs. One second, my feet are on the ground.
The next—
“Oh!”
Grimm picks me up.
Actually picks me up.
Just scoops me into his arms like I weigh absolutely nothing.
Excuse me while I swoon.
I'm a curvy woman. There is a substantial amount of Aggie Daniels here to lift.
Grimm doesn't grunt. Doesn't adjust. Doesn't so much as wobble.
His hands settle beneath me, strong and certain, and my legs wrap around his waist on pure instinct.
His eyes flare.
“Agatha.”
“What?”
“You have no idea what you're doing to me.”
Maybe not. But I'm beginning to enjoy finding out.
I curl my arms around his neck.
“Then stop talking.”
His mouth crashes into mine.
Oh, Goddess.
The control is gone. Or at least cracking.
