Page 31 of His Little Spitfire

“Is that a threat?”

I press my cock firmly against her clit and listen to a whine catch in the back of her throat. “A promise.”

Giving her sensitive nerves a minute to calm down, I get lost staring at her. She does the same, and her eyes search mine. Slowly, she parts those swollen lips.

“I think… I may care for you. More than when it comes to this.” Her eyes break away from mine and she stares at my chest instead. “In ways that are more emotional.”

The hesitation in her voice helps sober me up for a moment. I know what she’s trying to confess to me, but it’s the waiver in her voice, the worry that I won’t want to hear what she’s trying to tell me that makes me frown.

“Stop beating around the bush,” I demand, far too rough.

It’s not because I don’t want to hear those three words, but it’s becauseI do. It’s pathetic how badly I do.

She returns my frown and digs her nails into my shoulders. “I might not have heart-eyes like my sister, but I think…” Her brows knit together. “I think I might love you. Or, I’m pretty close to it.”

Breathing suddenly feels like an impossible task. “You don’t sound confident.”

Her lips press together before she sighs. “You’re not in any rush to say the same. Hard to put myself out there when you tolerate me.”

Tolerate her?

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sinking down against her, sandwiching her body between mine and the mattress, she can’t even squirm. “You have been a headache for me the moment you came into my life. Between driving me crazy, and torturing me every minute you’re near, the last thing I do istolerateyou.”

Burying my nose into the crook of her neck, I breathe in my soap clinging to her skin.

“I don’t even recognize myself anymore, thanks to you and your antics. Can’t stay away without thinking about you. When you’re near, you drive me just as crazy. Do I really need to spell out how badly I want you?” Lifting, I expect her to scowl at me.

Instead, her eyes are welling up with emotions. She’s trying not to smile. Damn it. Even now, she’s breathtaking.

It’s all the truth. Our time in the bathroom, her seeing me for what I am, and accepting it? Fuck, if I wasn’t sure I loved her before, she made me sure of it.

“So, while you might be unsure, I’m not. You’re not my wife because of a document or because of this arrangement. No, you’re my wife because you’re mine. I’m not keeping you because I have to, but because I can’t imagine going back to being the lonesome, grouchy bastard I was before you fought your way into my life.” As soon as the words are out, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I can finally breathe again.

As she nods her head, her smile grows. A smile meant all for me feels good.

“Okay, yeah. I didn’t want to be the only one feeling things here.” Shaking her head, she blows out a laugh. “I won’t make a competition out of it or anything, but I’m sure of it. I love you, Urzo.”

I’m going to need to hear her say it again to make sure my ears aren’t playing tricks on me. Hell, I’ll need her to tell me every night and every morning as well.

I’m gone for her, and I don’t even care anymore. I can’t deny these new feelings anymore; fighting it is pointless, a losing battle against the tide.

Stuffing a hand between us, I guide my cock into her wet, soft heat and slide in with a single thrust. “Again.”

She moans as her hold on my body tightens. “I love you.”

My hips start to move, and I’m tempted to demand her to say it over and over, but her moans take over, tangling with my very own.

Burying myself deeper with each thrust, with one goal in mind, I move faster. As our bodies meet in a crashing blur, both torn from our previous orgasms, it takes no time before she’s digging her heels into the curve of my ass and demanding every drop of my release.

I’m happy to provide.

Left panting against her brow, it takes minutes before we’ve settled. Slowly pulling out, we groan in unison. Moving next to her, I’m left a wreck.

“We’re going to need another shower.” Murmuring the wise choice, she gasps when I pull her to my chest.

“No point if we’re going to make another mess,” I murmur into her hair.

Sure, I’m not going to fuck her all night long. That’s crazy, even for me. However, if I give myself an hour to soak up her warmth, I’ll be ready to go again.

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