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He scoops me back up and tries to press his luck, but I pump the brakes. I know if I get a proper taste of him there's no telling what I’ll do. His effect on me is exclusive and uniquely him. After one night, this man has me ready to do back flips. It’s like I’m head over heels for him!
Our walk to my kickboxing class may be quiet and comfortable but it’s anything but calm. The sparks flare up between us with each swipe of his thumb over my knuckles.
This rascal got me reliving every second of his hand buried between my legs. My girly parts are rioting for his attention and I’m all out convinced he knows it when he looks down at me with a devil grin.
I’ve got a decision to make when he opens the building door for me. I love this class but not enough to give up an hour without him.
I grip his hand in a tight hold not ready to let go yet. It’s too soon to leave him again, not one part of me wants to go through the misery of missing him.
It’s an intense feeling that overtakes me and I feel near panic when we reach the door to the studio. I stop when we’re a few short steps away and reach for his forearm with my free hand to hold him to me.
“Hey, what’s going on?” He gently asks.
“I-.” I betcha everyone would think I was being silly right now. Mama would surely say I was being dramatic again, but I honestly don’t care. I couldn’t possibly care about anything else than being with him now.
“I don’t want to go to class today.” I look up into his fiery gaze and tightly hold onto him.
“Tell me what you want to do and we’ll do it. Whatever it is, it’s yours.”Oh my soul, he’s using that voice again.It’s strong and stern and has me melting into a puddle at his feet.
He’s got my kitty purring and I cross my legs, leaning further against his arm. He lifts my chin with his thumb and knowingly says, “you need me, don’t you, gorgeous?”
“Like hell needs the devil,” I tell him with a breathy voice that gives away how hot and bothered I am for him.
“Follow me.” I’d follow him anywhere, and not just right now but forever. He’s nearly running down the hall with me right on his heels as he tests out several door knobs, searching for an unlocked studio.
He ignores every curious stare, hello, and high five offered by people passing by. He seems dead set on getting us some privacy and doesn’t seem to want to be slowed down by distractions. Except one that neither of us can ignore.
“Sloaney,” my brother shouts as he walks straight for us from the other side of the hallway with a yoga mat tucked under his arm.Why, Davis, why?!
“Mornin’ Sloaney, you here for kickboxing?” He asks and I anxiously track his eyes from mine, to Chase, and to our hands. The silence is deafening until Davis shatters it.
“What’s all this here?” He questions with a harshness to his voice that I’m all too familiar with. He sounds so much like our Daddy, that a shudder shakes outta my bones. Chase lets go of my hand and quickly places it around my shoulders to keep me steady.
“This is us.” Chase firmly tells him while they glare at each other like two roosters.
Those three words are so genuine, so meaningful, and make my heart so full, his arm has to work double-time to hold me up when my knees buckle.
He kisses, “It’s okay, Birdie,” into the top of my head, and slides his arm down to my waist to give my side a squeeze.Oh, this man is definitely a rascal.
“Birdie?” Davis questions while watching me. He’s looking for clues. Assessing me like only he can because he knows me best. For the first time in what feels like forever, he isn’t gonna find anything in disarray. My feelings for the man next to me are so big I hope he sees them too.
I give him a reassuring nod that he doesn’t need to worry. That I feel good today and I mean it. I’d swear it on a stack of Higgins’ family bibles if he needed more convincing.
I hear him thinking, I see him struggling, and I sense him holding so much back on account for how I’m being held right now. It’s a possessive hold that goes beyond my waist. It speaks to my soul. This man, absolutely owns me.
And when my brother nods back, he knows I’m exactly where I wanna be. Because there’s no one who knows me like Davis.
“It’s what I call my girl,” Chase says in an unyielding way that has my body trembling.
“Your what now?” Davis questions as if Chase is speaking French or something.
“My girlfriend.” My mini swoon session is interrupted by my brother who doesn’t seem to notice how utterly romantic all of this is.
“I’m tellin’ ya this once, so listen up, skates. You hurt my twin sister and you’re as good as dead. I’ll kill ya myself.” Good heavens my brother sounds like a madman.And everyone in our family says I’m the dramatic twin.
“If I ever do anything to hurt her, I’d fucking help you, water boy.” Chase says and sticks his fist out to Davis who bumps it while he sends me a wink that has my heart speeding off like we're auditioning for another Fast and the Furious movie.
“You both sound like lunatics,” I tell ‘em and shake my head. Chase tickles my side and his affection has me melting into a big ole’ love puddle.
