“God, I was lucky.
“So, do you still like me?” she asked, playing.
I laugh a little. I more than like you.
“I think I’ll keep you,” I told her instead. “And no one keeps me from you. Got it?”
I kissed her chin, trailing kisses along her jaw. “Not your father, not your brother, not your men.” I squeezed her ass again, pulling her in deep. “I want your smart-ass mouth.” I kissed her lips. “I want every memory you’re going to make from now on.” I kissed her forehead. “And I want this.” I gripped her, yanking her into me as I bit her neck. “In the car, on this table at breakfast tomorrow, everywhere…”
―
Penelope Douglas,
Hideaway