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“But you are pint-sized, Spitfire. And you are most definitely a siren.”
“If this was a real date, Miss Edison, I would put you over my knee and spank your bratty little ass for that.”
“Oh, Spitfire, I can do things that would make Bruce Wayne look like Peter Griffin.”
“Don’t get used to it, Mel. You’ll be the one on your knees for me before too long.”
“Good. Just so we’re on the same page. Because that would only make things awkward and complicated right now, and who wants that, right?” I clamp my jaw shut, determined to cut off my nonsensical babbling. His lips twitch. “I’m sure neither of us wants to complicate anything, Spitfire.” Oh, but yes, I do. I want you to complicate me six ways to Sunday.
Nathan James is going to break my heart wide open. And I’m going to let him.
Annoyed with my brother—and even more annoyed at myself—I snap, “Didn’t you have someplace you needed to be?” “What?” Elijah blinks at me before realization that I want him to leave dawns on his face. “Oh, yeah.” He turns toward Melanie. “It was lovely to meet you, Elijah,” she says, flashing him another one of her killer smiles. “You too, Mel. I look forward to seeing you again soon.” What the fuck? He’s already calling her Mel?
“I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain.” “Don’t be. I enjoy coming home to be reamed by my pint-sized siren.”
“Don’t say you’re sorry. This is your job.” I step back, taking some much-needed air and space from his dizzyingly impressive erection. His grip tightens on my hip, and he yanks me back so our chests collide. “Don’t.” “Don’t what?” His expression is pained. “Don’t pull away from me.”
“Most guys I’ve been with have never made me come. It takes too long.” I’m rewarded with another soft kiss, and this time his nose brushes over my lips. “Eating pussy is one of the greatest pleasures in life, Mel. The longer I get to spend eating yours, the better.”
“Jesus, you taste fucking delicious too, corazón.”
But one thought prevails—I want to be Nathan James’s wife for real. Forever.
“Men who don’t know we’re broken until someone comes along and fixes us.”
“You’re doing such a good job of playing the perfect wife, Mel, but I hope you know that I’m going to fuck you like my perfect little whore as soon as I get you alone.”
“You’re incredible, corazón. I’m fucking obsessed with you. When I’m not fucking you, I’m thinking about fucking you. Either what I’ve done to you or what I’m going to do.” I let the admission fall from my lips without stopping to consider what my declaration might mean for us. Because I need her to know, no matter what.
“No matter how we came to be here, you are my wife, and regardless of what I call you, or how often I fuck you like a whore when we’re alone, outside of these walls, I will defend you and your honor with my dying breath. Do you understand me?”
A possessive desire to claim her surges through my veins. “Exactly. You’re my fucking wife.”
“Doesn’t make me any less married. Go bother some other guy and leave me the fuck alone.”
My soul cracks in two. She lost our baby. And she was all alone when it happened. Did she call out for me? Was she in pain?
“Don’t go home with Tyler.” “I d-don’t understand. Like stay for tonight?” I slide a hand to the back of her neck and stuff the other one into the pocket of my sweatpants to stop myself from picking her up, carrying her to bed, and chaining her to it. “No, not for tonight. Not to give me a kid. And not because you feel guilty or because of anything to do with our families. Stay for me. Because you are the only thing in this entire world that I cannot fucking live without.”
“I love you, Mel, and I would die tomorrow if it means I get to love you for today.”
“Tell me we can have this forever.” She damn near knocks the breath from my lungs. I never want her doubting me—doubting us—ever again. I dust my lips over her ear. “I promise you forever and a day, corazón.”
