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Maybe he has a voice like Mickey Mouse to make up for everything else being so perfect.
“You think I don’t want you?” I tip my jaw and try my best to maintain a semblance of composure. “You made that very clear.” He bangs his fist on the steel door beside my head, making me jump. “Goddammit, Amelia, I wish that I didn’t fucking want you. Life would be so much easier if that were true. But every second of every goddamn day, all I can think about is how badly I want to touch you. How I want to kiss you and taste you and bend you over my desk and fuck you!”
“Yeah? Well maybe I am insane, because I am fucking obsessed with you. Believe me, Miss Ryder, I have tried very hard not to be. I can’t stop thinking about you for more than five seconds.
Your smile is the only goddamn thing I see when I close my eyes. You are the air that I breathe. You are everything and everywhere, and I can’t go one more single fucking day without touching you.”
I’m not only cuddling, I’m loving every second of it. She really has broken me. Or maybe, I think, she’s fixed me.
“Amelia, I have a past. Like you say, I know places. But please don’t let any of that make you feel worth less than you are.” “What am I worth?” “Right now?” I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Absolutely fucking everything.”
“That’s good to know, Miss Ryder.” He cups my cheek much more tenderly than before while he stares into my eyes. “Because I love you too. More than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire stupid, foolish life.”
“Mi rosa, I have been waiting thirty-seven years for you. If anything, it’s too damn slow.”
