Page 51 of Mr. Edwards
When she turns her face away, I gently cup her cheek, bringing her gaze back to mine. “Stop. Don’t put yourself down like that. You’re far from a nobody. I don’t like hearing you talk about yourself in that way. You’rebeautiful, kind and so fucking strong. You may not realize this, but your strength inspires me. You’ve been through a lot in your life, but you don’t let any of that hold you back. If anyone is out of their league here it’s me, but I’m a selfish prick, so I’m going to keep you anyway. You can’t give me back I won’t let you.”
My thumb sweeps across her cheek in soft, gentle waves.
“Do I even get a say in this?”
I want to say no, but again I refrain. I’m already treading on a thin line as it is. “You’d do that?”
“Do what?”
“Break my heart.”
She rolls her eyes. “I seriously doubt your heart would be broken after only two nights together.”
“I beg to differ; well-endowed men have fragile hearts.”
“Did you just make that up?”
I chuckle. “No, it’s a scientific fact. You know the saying big dick, big heart? Well, I’m proof it’s true.”
She shakes her head and laughs. “You’re a dick.”
“But a big one though, right?”
“The jury’s still out on that one.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Do I have to bend you over the hood of my car and remind you just how big it is, Carlee?” She gives me a toothy grin, so I draw her in closer. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, minx?”
She lifts one shoulder. “Maybe.”
“Do you forgive me?”
“I guess.”
“Geez, don’t sound so convincing.” I lift her hand to my face, placing a soft kiss on her palm, followed by one on the side of her neck, just below her ear. They’re fast becoming my favorite spots.
“Schmoozing me will get you nowhere, I’m still upset with you, mister.”
“I can live with that, as long as you’re still mine.”
She rests her cheek against my chest, so I place my chin on her hair as my hands run up and down along her spine. I don’t want to push her, but I’m not what you’d call a patient man when it comes to getting something I want. I will be for someone like Carlee though. She may not fully realize my intentions, but I have zero plans of letting her go.
“I know it’s late but do you want to go grab a bite to eat?” I need her to know that this thing between us is more than just sex. I don’t care what we do, or where we go, as long as we’re together.
She shrugs one shoulder. “I guess I could eat.”
Her response makes me chuckle. Of course, she can.
“When is your next day off?” I ask, drawing Carlee nearer. We’re in her bed, and she’s yet to kick me out, but I know it’s coming. I hated fighting with her tonight, but we just had the best makeup sex ever, so it had its upside. You’ve got to take the positives where you can.
“Why?”
“I want to spend the day with you. We can hang out at my place; I can teach you how to cook something other than SpaghettiOs.”
“Hey, don’t knock my SpaghettiOs,” she says, playfully slapping my chest. “They’re the bomb.”
“I also want to take you to meet my mom.”
“What?” She raises her head from my chest and stares at me in horror.
