Page 43 of Her Trick His Treat

Yes, we were both into dressing up for each other sometimes.

I bit my lip, thinking about last night, how sexy and potent my Tommy had been.

Then I glanced at the glittering ring on my finger and my heart pounded so hard, I thought it might leap right out of my chest.

His light brown eyes had mirrored a swirl of emotions—tenderness, desire, anticipation, and something deeper, something I knew was love, when he proposed last night.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, stepping back into the room with a tray of goodies in his hands.

I sat up, grinning at him as he stalked over to me, dropping a kiss on my mouth as he placed the tray on the bed.

Tommy was my every dream of a man come true. He never tried to change me or my habits, and just genuinely seemed to enjoy life with me. What more could I ask for?

“Just thinking about you,” I replied, and fed him a strawberry dipped in chocolate from the plate he made us.

“Mm. Good thoughts?” he asked and grinned.

“The best,” I said, and allowed him to return the favor.

I chewed slowly, just taking him in as the dim light of the room cast soft shadows across his almost too-handsome face.

He was just so damn fine. My eyes traced his tattoos, and I sighed. The artwork was superb, but it was Tommy who held an ethereal quality that had captivated me from the start.

He stole my breath every time I saw him.

Jan thought we were crazy, but Buck, who was becoming one of my favorite people, reminded her how fast it happened for them.

Some people were just blessed with instant love, and for the life of me, I couldn’t fathom how I got so lucky.

Good thing Tommy promised to stick around for a lifetime or two until we puzzled it out.

“I love you,” I said suddenly.

Tommy froze in the act of dipping another juicy berry into the smooth dark chocolate he’d melted for us.

His expression was a mixture of devotion and excitement, the kind that made his eyes shimmer and the corners of his mouth twitch in anticipation.

God, I loved his mouth. Loved the way he leaned slightly forward, as if drawn to me by an invisible thread.

A buzz of eagerness pulsed through me, just beneath the surface.

As if he could sense it, Tommy’s brows furrowed ever so slightly, giving him a sweet earnestness that softened all the rough edges of his desire.

But best of all was the spark in his gaze. That glint that spoke of dreams unfolding and possibilities blooming.

It was the kind of look that made it clear to me he was wholly invested in this, in us. It all happened so fast, it seemed crazy. Especially to others who asked how we met.

But he and I, well, we knew better than to question it. Tommy’s gaze heated and his chest rumbled with that sexy growl I adored.

“I love you too, Vixen. Now, lay back,” he commanded, and heat pooled between my thighs.

I loved it when my man got all growly and demanding. Even better, I loved submitting to him. I felt so alive.

So free.

So safe.

So sexy whenever my Shadow Man came out to play.

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