Page 41 of Give Me Perfect Love

No games.

Two grown adults deciding if they want to be together or not. I slide the plate away and wipe my mouth with my napkin before taking a taste of beer. I turn to her.

“Are you done eating?” She nods, drinking from her beer also. “Good.” I lift her plate and stack it on mine, getting up and putting them into the sink.

Twisting back to her, my eyes run up the length of her body now that she’s standing. Strands of hair that miss the sun fall loosely around her slender neck. She’s makeup-free and wind-chapped cheeks.

She’s been through hell and walked out looking like a goddamn angel. “I want you,” I say. I move from around the counter. She watches me with curious eyes. “I want you every day, not just some days. I want you here with me. In my bed. Under my body.

“I want to wake up with the scent of you on my sheets and the proof of your presence in my house.” Her mouth goes slack, and her eyes widen a tad. I reach and take her hand in mine, bringing her small digits to my lips.

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Tell me you want those things, too. Tell me you need me as much as I need you.”

I move her hand from my kiss and place it on my chest, holding mine over it. “You own this part of me now. It’s yours to do with what you please, and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.”

Her eyes search mine, and I see a fire light in them. One of pain and heartache, lust and love.

Passion overrides sense.

Desire surpasses worry.

She reaches her hand up and grips the back of my neck, pulling me to her before our lips crash.

Her hand bunches the cotton over my heart. I snake my arm around her lower back, lifting her so she’s flush against me. She licks me, consuming my whole world with just a touch of her tongue.

My cock grows hard, pushing painfully against my jeans. Is she ready this time? Now that we’re home, can we be together, like I want us to be?

That thought vanishes when she pulls back a little. I look to her lips before catching her eyes again. “I want you, too,” she says, and I grin. Because she just made my life.

“Come on,” I say, letting her feet touch the floor. I grab her hand, and we climb the stairs. As soon as we walk into my room, I grab her, kissing her hard. She doesn’t pull away; she shows no sign of wanting to stop.

We’re home now.

Away from the darkness of her past.

Her hands slip my hat off, and her nails scrape over my head. I walk us to my bed, the back of her knees bending when they touch the mattress.

We fall together, as she spreads her legs so I can settle between them. Our kiss turns into something more.

It was no longer a want. I had to be with her.

It was a necessity.

I was desperate for her attention and completely addicted to this woman.

I hadn’t meant to fall in love.

God knows I didn’t search for this, but now that I have, my life is forever changed. She controls everything. She holds the cards in this relationship, and the thought terrifies and thrills me in the deepest way.

I am no better than my parents.

I am my father’s son.

I have fallen so hard for this woman, the thought of not being with her cripples me.

Kathrine is both my salvation and my destruction.

It’s warped on principle alone.

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