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“Why? Why did you step in front of the gun?” His hands squeezed my arms gently. I could feel my body sway toward him as though an invisible tether pulled me closer. “You saved my sister’s life when I couldn’t.”
She might look at me like I was something she’d stepped in, but her body reacted to me, and that was like a fucking drug.
Desire coursed through my body, but I also felt a strange connection to her—like something in my chest was tethered to hers. I’d never felt anything like it, and an aching twinge passed through me. Val’s eyes were locked on mine.
“When you’re with me, you don’t have to worry. I’ll take care of you.”
A time or two Val laughed at the conversation around her, and the tinkling sound brought a lightness to my chest that I hadn’t felt in a long fucking time. Maybe ever. It was the prettiest sound I could imagine.
In a heartbeat, Evan was in the man’s face. “Disrespect her again. I fucking dare you.”
“A man like me always wants what he can’t have. But you, baby girl, are the most dangerous thing on this ranch.”
I had already determined that we should just be friends, but with every touch and smile, it was getting harder and harder to see why I shouldn’t risk everything to be with her.
I wanted to wipe that cocky grin from her face—throw her over my shoulder and drag her somewhere private, rip those tiny shorts down her legs, squeeze my hard cock in my hand, and spread her open until both of us couldn’t see straight.
“Playing games, baby girl?” Evan’s voice was pure velvet over gravel. A breathy groan was all that I could muster. “If you don’t stop making noises like that, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
“Nights are mine.” Evan paused as his eyes drank me in. His wide palm delicately wrapped around the column of my throat. My pulse hammered beneath it. “You,” he whispered as his head bent forward to nip my ear, “are mine.”
When I said that we were destined, I’d spoken the first word that came to me, and it was a simple truth. There was something more than Val and me meeting by chance. I felt it in my bones. I didn’t care that I was nothing more than a reformed criminal and she was an officer.
“I know you should leave, but if you go now, you’d be taking my heart with you.”
“I can’t pretend that when you walk in the room, the temperature doesn’t shoot up twenty degrees. Or pretend that the ache in my chest isn’t from watching you walk away.”
“Baby girl, if I die with your pussy on my face, it would be an honor.”
That I fucking loved her more than I ever thought I was capable of loving, and it scared the shit out of me.
Losing her would destroy me. Val was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I was the anchor tied around her neck.
I love you so much, and it’s fucking killing me.
I’m tired. I’m tired of rolling over in bed and reaching for you and the emptiness that follows me around all day once I realize you’re really gone. I’m tired of replaying our last conversation over and over with what I should have said and done. I’m tired of trying to convince myself I did the right thing. So fucking tired.
I’ve convinced myself that if I can be the best version of myself, the semblance of a man worthy of your love, you’ll find your way back to me. Option two is to make you arrest me, but that’s probably not a great idea.
Turns out I left something here.” He moved his hands from his pockets and swiped one hand over his face. “What?” “My light.”
“Be my wife. I’ll make you coffee, tell you bad jokes, whatever it takes. I will be the man that gives you the life you deserve.”
