Page 234 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
“I’m not afraid of her biting.”
“I can hold your hand.”
I fold my arms over my front. “To be perfectly honest, it doesn’t even seem like you want to share her.”
He looks down at her, as if seriously contemplating whether he wants me to join in on their fun time.
But when he looks back at me, his eyes are drenched in lust. “I’d share anything with you, Jade.”
I believe him to my core.
How is it possible that only twenty-four hours ago, I didn’t want anything to do with him, but now I can’t think of my life without him?
“But I can’t promise not to get carried away with cuddles, ‘cause she’s daddy’s good little girl.” He turns and gently grasps the oversized dog’s head, giving her a long ruffle on either side of her ears.
I can’t tell if he really doesn’t hear the words coming out of his mouth, or if he’s really this innocent.
I mean, come on, Dean lives in an endless fantasy where all these words would be misconstrued.
I know I’ve certainly misconstrued them. He can call me a good girl any day. And I’ll return the favor with a daddy.
“What?” He stares at me now, all serious and inquisitive.
I know a flush of red is creeping up my neck. I feel it.
Maybe it was better when he wasn’t paying attention to me. Since we’ve been let in the play yard with Godiva, a chocolatelab, and Hershey, a German shepherd, this is only the second time he’s looked at me. And Hershey sits beside me, giving them the exact look I am.
And the dog doesn’t even understand English.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.” But my breathing sounds erratic.
He chuckles, turning back to the dog. “I just want to take you home.” Even his dog voice is deep and sexy, and my mind won’t go anywhere else.
He could take me home. Right now. Strip me naked and run his big hands over every last inch of me.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
I would.
He leans in close, and the dog is licking his face again.
I’m not jealous.
Not whatsoever.
I don’t want to lick his face.
Lies.
“I don’t have much room in my cabin, but you could sleep in Daddy’s bed.”
I bite my lower lip, my insides going absolutely feral.
He’s fucking with me.
