Page 54 of Make Me Yours

“Worse?” I murmur, my eyes sliding closed. “Don’t you mean better?”

“Only if you stay with me,” he whispers. “Forever.”

Forever. He wantsforever.

Before I can assimilate the awe-inspiring amazingness of that, his lips are on mine, and he’s kissing me in a way that makes me believe him.

This is for keeps.

And after tonight, nothing will ever be the same.

chapter 18

WEAVER

I kissher across the room before losing patience with the speed of our progress and picking her up to carry her into the bedroom.

Then I see the bathroom out of the corner of my eye and remember my plans for her.

“I want to give you a bath,” I say, setting her on her feet by the open door next to the giant en suite.

She pulls back, her brows lifting. “Give me a bath? Like…a sexy bath?”

“A very sexy bath,” I assure her, reaching for the button at the back of her neck.

She bites her lip, holding my gaze as the front of her dress falls forward, baring her gorgeous breasts. “Only if you join me. I want to give you a sexy bath, too. I think you need one, honestly,” she says, reaching for my belt and drawing it through the clasp. “You’re a filthy man.”

My lips curve. “Am I?”

She nods. “So filthy. Especially here. This part is as dirty as they come.” She molds her hand to my erection through my pants. I return the favor by cupping her breasts and dragging my thumbs across her nipples.

Her breath catches and I take advantage of her open mouth, kissing her hard and deep. I slide my tongue against hers, promising with every stroke that I meant what I said—I love her. And I’m going to move heaven and earth to prove it, starting by making her come at least half a dozen times before we sleep tonight.

Lifting her into my arms again, this time with her ass in my hands and her legs wrapped around my waist, I carry her into the bathroom. I sit on the edge of the tub, still kissing her as I turn on the water.

“This is the biggest bathtub I’ve seen in my entire life,” she says when we finally come up for air long enough to start stripping out of our clothes.

I watch her shimmy the dress over her hips, enjoying the way her breasts bounce lightly as she moves. She notices me watching and shoots me a crooked smile, “So I guess you’d call yourself a breast man?”

“I’m a you man,” I say, tossing my shirt to the floor and finishing the job she started with my belt. “I enjoy your ass just as much.”

Her eyes rake over me as I shove my pants to the floor. “I enjoy all your parts.” She wrinkles her nose as her gaze moves lower. “Except maybe your knees. I think you might have weird knees.”

I huff out a laugh. “Well, there had to be something wrong with me. I mean, aside from being emotionally unavailable, cranky, and bossy.”

Her eyes return to mine, her brow furrowing. “Don’t say that. You’re not any of those things, and I was kidding about your knees.”

I smile as I pull her against me. “I know.”

She smiles. “So you were just messing with me?”

“Turnabout is fair play.” I squeeze the firm globes of her ass in each hand. “And Iambossy. And I was cranky tonight. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” she says, cupping my face in her hands. “We ended up where we needed to be. Sometimes you have to fight a little to work things out.” She bites her lip, moaning softly as she rocks against my cock, pinned between our now naked bodies. “And I think making up is going to be a lot of fun.”

“The most fun. We should get in while the water’s running. I have a plan.”

Her brows lift. “A plan?”

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