Page 63 of Recklessly Yours

Gut twisting, I grasped her hand. “I’m sorry if I’ve been distant and not super fucking clear about my intentions.” I pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “I have not changed my mind, and I sure as hell don’t want something casual or temporary.”

She smiled, and a blush crept up her neck. “Really?”

“Yeah.” I chuckled. “You’re the reason I’ve been hyper focused on finding this guy since Wednesday night. The thought of him watching us, getting that close to you that night, made me angry and scared all at the same time. If anything happened to you because I was distracted, I’d never forgive myself.”

She squeezed my hand. “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”

With my hands on her hips, I guided her onto my lap. She melted into my chest and let me hold her. Let me breathe inthe intoxicating smell of rain. My dick jumped in my pants, but right now, that was not the priority. Making sure Hattie knew exactly what I wanted was. I was not walking away from her until she understood that I wanted her, insecurities and all. I couldn’t fault her for them. Not when I had my own. And the only way this would work was if we communicated clearly.

“I need to solve this, Hattie. I need to know you’re safe and that we can finally be together without having to look over our shoulders or worry that some creep is out there watching and waiting until the perfect moment to hurt you or take you from me.”

Whimpering, she clung to me. My chest tightened at the mixture of fear and devotion radiating from her. With a knuckle under her chin, I tilted her face up. Brushing my thumb along her lower lip, I searched her expression for an indication that she truly understood.

“You really mean that? Like this is…I mean we’re…” Her nose scrunched in the cutest way.

I rested a hand on her knee and pressed a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. “Yes, Hattie. I really mean that. This isn’t something casual, at least not for me.”

“Me either.” She shook her head and shifted in my lap, the move causing her thigh to brush against my already hard as fuck cock.

I groaned, desperate to be inside her. But I needed to tell her one more truth, and I hoped like hell it wouldn’t change things for her. “But there will be times like this, where I spend hours at the station, desperate to solve a case. It becomes an obsession, almost. It’s been a point of contention in most of my relationships. Even before I took the detective exam, I picked up extra shifts, worked toward my next rank, or volunteered to help Aiden and his old partner before he retired. I promise to tryharder to be mindful of that and to clue you in. But a cop’s life is not an easy life?—”

She placed a finger on my lips. “I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions. But I promise, as long as you tell me we’re good and you’re just busy, I can handle that. Your job is important. I’d never expect you to put my happiness above the safety of another person.”

Heart clenching, I nodded. “Do you mind if I tell Rhett about us before we tell anyone else? I feel like he needs to hear it from me first.”

She chuckled. “Remind him that I have a mean right hook and warn him that he’ll be reacquainted with it if he even thinks about laying a finger on you.”

Shit. The mention of a punch was a harsh reminder of how Rhett hit Jackson when he found out he was sleeping with Ashley. I cringed. Hopefully my conversation with him would go more smoothly. But if it didn’t, I’d stand my ground and tell him nothing was changing.

I was in love with his sister.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

HATTIE

I shiftedon his lap again, and when he groaned, I couldn’t help but smirk. I wanted so badly to position myself over him and rub shamelessly against his hard length. But I’d never been good at taking the lead. I’d always had trouble keeping my thoughts from taking over.

“Straddle me, Hattie,” he commanded. “Need to feel you.”

Though I’d hated it in the beginning, now Dylan’s bossiness worked for me. I’d never been with someone like him, but knowing he was leading and I had to follow directions helped me stay in the moment. He squeezed my leg and then helped me guide myself to sit back on his lap with my legs on either side of him. Then he ran his hands up and under my sleep shorts and gripped my ass tightly, using his hold to move me back and forth along his hard shaft.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled. “That feels too good.”

He stopped abruptly and tossed his head back. Then, in a flurry of movement, he picked me up and laid me on the sofa. His fingers went to the waistband of my shorts, and before I could blink, he had them and my panties off and was throwing them across the room.

My pulse quickened. God, it was incredible, knowing he was as desperate for me as I was for him. He buried his face between my legs before I even realized that was his intention.

“Dylan,” I moaned, lifting my ass up.

He held my hips down as he swiped his tongue across my clit in rapid succession. But when he stopped, I looked down at him and was met with his intense stare.

“Never doubt how I feel about you.”

With my teeth pressed into my bottom lip, I gave him a slight nod. He ran his tongue lightly over my sensitive flesh, and a whimper left my lips.

“You’re mine,” he said, looking up at me again with a smirk. “Don’t ever question that.”

Finally, he lowered his mouth back down and began working me over, winding me up until I was writhing and bucking into his face.

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