That’s it. Just a few words and she drives me wild.
She might have dreamed of being a daisy, but there’s so much provocative gypsy in my woman.
I unbuckle her seatbelt and pull her into my lap. “You’ll never lose that sassy mouth, huh?” I ask, gripping her ass to line her up over my cock.
“Me? I didn’t say anything wrong, sir,” the shameless thing says, but she’s rocking on top of me. “I only told the truth. I’ve always been yours. Only yours.”
I grab her hair, tilt her head, and lick her neck. “Only mine, and tonight I want you dancing for me, just like that first night.”
“I wasn’t—”
I slap her ass for the lie, and she moans, already undoing the buttons on my shirt.
“You left the window up. You were already having filthy thoughts,” she accuses but doesn’t stop.
“Always. The filthiest thoughts. All about you.”
She leans back to look at me, her delicate fingers touching my face. “That night, I was dancing for you. You once told me that the moment you laid eyes on me, you knew I was yours. Me too, Beau. I’ve always known we belonged to each other. I was too inexperienced to understand what I was feeling, but I fell for you the moment we met.”
“You came in and messed with every certainty I had—tempting and running, seductive and innocent. It was your contradictions that hooked me. I wouldn’t change a thing about what happened between us. Not a single brick of what built us into what we are today. But even if things had gone differently, the result would’ve been the same. I’d fall in love with you every single time.”