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Moving my hands down, I cupped her perfect ass, and lifted her.

Automatically her legs wrapped around my waist as her lips never tore from mine.

Striding to the house, I tore my mouth from her long enough to pull my keys out, unlock the door, kick it open, shut it, rearm the alarm, and then I had her back pressed to the wall in the foyer, my lips back on hers.

Her hands roamed over my shoulders, my neck, my wet hair, and I moaned.

Then ground my cock into her entrance.

And when that happened, I stopped, released my hold on her, but made sure she was steady on her feet.

At her confused frown I whispered, “And just in case you need the words even though I’ve shown you time and time again, I fucking love you, Birdie Vergano. Head over fucking boots for you. Therefore, I know what you told Isla, that your Miss Maggie waited until the night she was married to give him her virginity. You want to do that I’m fine with it. I won’t fucking stray.

The confusion left her face, and she smiled, her lips, gloriously plump from my kisses, “I never doubted you ever would, Boss man.”

I nodded, “Therefore, this is leading to somewhere, and I need you to tell me what you want, right here and now. You say you want to wait, I’m fine with it. I just need to not touch you for a while and take a cold shower. If you say yes, well, then I’m glad we both have tomorrow off. Because once I get you in my bed, we aren’t leaving it. Not for anything.”

What my Baby girl said… “I trust you, Abel. I plan on saying yes to you whenever you pop the question. You’re the best man I’ve ever known. And it would be my honor to be the lucky as hell woman that gets to say you’re mine. So yes. Abel. Yes. Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

Her request was my pleasure.

Chapter 13

Birdie

I let out a gasp as with my one word of yes, I was hauled up into his arms, and he was striding to his bedroom, but once we made it to his doorway, he looked down at Ryker.

“Sorry boy, but I get you’re a dog. You still have eyes. And ain’t no one seeing her naked and, in my bed, but me.”

And with that, he kicked the door closed, strode over to the bed, laid me down, and then followed me.

“I need the words, one more time, Birdie,” he whispered against my lips.

“Make love to me, Abel Black.” I whispered right back.

He nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

But that didn’t happen.

He winked at me, bit my bottom lip, and then helped me up, “I’m going to make love to you Birdie, but we are going to do this right.”

With that he grabbed the edges of my leather jacket and started to take it off my body.

Once that was gone, I grabbed his and took it off.

Without losing eye contact, he gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and pulled the material off.

I couldn’t help but lick my lips.

To which, he grinned.

He stepped closer to me, grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, and lifted a brow. Knowing what he wanted I nodded.

Once he had the wet clinging material off my body, he stepped back, closed his eyes, and then opened them, I smiled, unsure of myself at that point as I stood there in my light purple lace bra and jeans, and asked, “Are you okay?”

He grinned, stepped to me, wrapped his arms around me, and said, “Fucking more than okay. Just wanting to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

I smiled up at him and nodded because I got it. I so freaking got it as I took in his marvelous chest and the tattoos that covered his torso.

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