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He kept looking at me with a warmth in his mesmerizing eyes, with a slight upturn to his plump lips.
“Would like to see those sundresses and cowboy boots,” he murmured, crystalline eyes staying on mine.
I’d made it obvious that I’d memorized his order. Not just memorized it, I knew that at certain times of the day, he ordered different things.
Instead of turning his attention to the screen as I was willing him telepathically to do, he kept staring at me, his eyes twinkling and penetrating at the same time. That same sexual interest that had dripped from his tone a few minutes ago leeched from those stunning eyes of his.
Especially now that she wasn’t wearing that fuck’s ring. Now that I wasn’t in danger of spending fifteen to life in a state penitentiary for killing him after laying his hands on what was mine.
“Who did this to you?” Rowan’s nostrils flared, his jaw was set in a rigid line.
His delicious scent was imprinting all over me, and I was either having a mini stroke or a mini orgasm… Maybe both.
“Rowan,” I said in not much more than a whisper. “Yeah, cupcake?” “What is this?” His mouth turned upward ever so slightly before he leaned in and kissed me gently on the forehead. When he pulled back, our faces were inches apart. My heart thrummed. “This,” he murmured, eyes glued to mine, “is the beginning of us.” Then he just turned and walked away.
“We’re going to fuck up the piece of shit who laid hands on my woman.”
“Nora,” he ground out my name as if he were grappling for control. “You need to get out of this room right now.” My knees shook. I stayed rooted in place. “Why?” I asked in a low whisper. He swallowed. Visibly swallowed. I watched his Adam’s apple bob with the motion. “Because I’m in a room with you. Where there’s a bed.” He nodded to the bed in question. “Because your cheeks are flushed, because I’ve been dreaming of what your lips taste like. Because I can barely fuckin’ control my need to claim them. Taste you.”
“You seem like one of a kind.”
“People d-don’t talk like this in real life,” I stuttered. “Men especially don’t talk like this in real life.” Rowan’s lip quirked. “This is real life, cupcake.”
“Cupcake, I was yours the second my steel-toed boot set foot in this pink fuckin’ bakery,” he said without hesitation.
They didn’t seem like the same person. But they were. Rowan was both of those men. And maybe he was mine.
“Now get that sexy ass of yours outside,” Rowan ordered gruffly. What was a woman to do? I got my sexy ass outside.
Rowan’s eyes twinkled. “Appreciate the concern, baby, but you’re up, I’m up. There’s no fuckin’ way I’m going back to sleep in that bed without you in it.”
“If I decide to come home with you, just know I’ve been possessed by some kind of demonic entity and someone needs to call Jensen Ackles.””
“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he growled,
He looked incredibly ridiculous, wearing his work clothes behind the counter, all masculine and rugged in my girly bakery. But he also looked right. So fucking right. Yes. I loved this man.
“I love you,” he repeated without hesitation. “I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. And I’ve only loved you more since I got to touch you, kiss you, make you mine. Every new thing I discover about you is yet another reason why I’m a fuckin’ goner. Why I’m yours for life. Hate that you deal with that shit, fuckin’ hate it. But you’ve been dealin’ with it alone for all these years. Making you a promise right here, right now… From this moment on, you’re not dealin’ with anything alone again.”
You’ve got me. You’re my woman. I’m gonna take care of you. You can relax your grip on the reins, baby. You can trust that I’m not gonna let you go off course.”
“I love the man you are,” I whispered. “Every single part of you. I love what you do for your friends. Your family. I love what you do for me. How you make me feel. I love you.”