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The man oozed BDE. But he’d met his match. Because we both had big dick energy. And I would not back down, even if he was the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
Fuck, even her lady stank was magnificent.
“You’re so fucking aggravating. So far under my skin, I can’t fucking see straight.”
“Yeah. You will be. If you so much as look at Dylan Thomas again, I will hunt your ass down and fucking end you. You won’t be the first one I’ve done it to, so don’t press your luck.”
And this time when I thought about going down on my knees for her, it wasn’t to look for a weapon. Unless the one between her legs counted.
“Come for me, Minx,” I whispered against her skin, and her body convulsed against me, and she cried out my name as she rode out every last bit of pleasure. Fuck me. If I never kissed another woman again, I’d die a happy man. That was the hottest fucking make-out session I’d ever experienced in my life.
This was not the norm. Not now. Not ever. I wasn’t a cuddler. I wasn’t an affectionate person. I wasn’t a talker. But something about this woman made it impossible not to touch her. Not to want to keep her close.
But I didn’t know if I could stop it now. The train had already left the station. And I didn’t know how to turn on the brakes. Or maybe I just didn’t want to.
The dirty talk. The banter. The arguing. The attraction. The sex. I’d never enjoyed hating someone so much.
“I told her I was in a relationship. Because whatever the fuck this is, it makes me happy. I don’t want anyone else. And I know that fucking scares you, and it scares me, too. And maybe it will end in a day or two. Who the fuck knows? But I told her I wasn’t interested because I was with someone else.”
“Mine.” The word had more meaning than I wanted to admit. Because she was mine. There was no way around it anymore.
Dylan Thomas was what had been missing from my life. This wasn’t temporary—this was forever.
“I fucking love you, Dylan Thomas,” I whispered and closed my eyes. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders once I said it. Words I never thought I’d say to a woman that wasn’t my mother or sister. Even though she hadn’t heard me say it, I had. And it felt good to say it out loud.
“I left you because I would die before I’d let anyone, or anything, hurt you. This is what I know. My need to protect you is innate. And if I survive this, I’m coming for you. I’ll always come for you, Minx. You’re mine, and I’m yours. No more secrets. No more exit strategy. And if I don’t come back, I hope that you won’t date anyone else because I will hunt that fucker down from the grave. I love you. The big, bad Wolf.”
