Page 136 of Volatile Obsessions

“Now, look now, baby!”

A deep breath, then I snapped my head up. The sight that awaited me was the last thing I’d expected to see.

Christmas lights—hundreds and hundreds of Christmas lights put on by Santa’s Enchanted Forest.

I sucked in a heap of air, my hands shooting up to my mouth.

“Surprise.” He sounded pleased.

Had he not been driving, I would have climbed into his lap and mauled him by now.

He remembered.

“Tell me we’re going there,” I squealed, my eyes glued out the window.

In all my years living here, I’d never been. Could never bring myself to come alone.

“We are indeed,” he agreed.

This man…

“Pull over,” I demanded.

“What? Here?”

“Yes! Pull the damn car over!”

“Okay, okay.” Roman flipped on his blinker and slipped into the emergency lane. “Fuck, did I do something wrong?”

I didn’t answer.

The second he put the car in park, I was yanking off my seatbelt and rushing into his lap.

“What are you—”

I cut him off with a harsh, desperate kiss, my fingers raking into the longer strands of his hair, tugging with force to emphasize my point.

“Thank you,” I mumbled against his lips. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Rome chuckled in relief beneath my sudden assault. “Had I known Christmas lights would work you up this much, I’d have done this ages ago.”

“You didn’t know about this ages ago,” I pointed out, kissing him senseless, the Benz rocking sideways every few seconds with each car that whirred past us. “Now take me to see my lights, King, before a cop pulls behind us and gives you a ticket for public indecency.”

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