Page 31 of Hot Mess Wedding

He gives me a little smile. “I’m serious, Cleary. I’m in love with you. But I’m not settling to by your make-believe guy. I will always fall short of that.”

Finally, we’re in my room and I’m able to shove him back so he falls onto my bed. I straddle his lap.

“I’ll start writing alien or monster romance if you want me to so none of them look like you. The truth is, yes, you physically were what I’d been imagining for that character. But inside you’re nothing like him. You’re nothing like any hero I’ve created or read in any of the thousands of romance novels I’ve read. You’re more and better. You’re real and I’m so in love with you, Ian Miller.”

He stares up into my face for a few breaths, his gaze moving from one eye to the other. “What the hell is monster romance?”

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She rolls her eyes, then leans down and kisses me.

I pull back just a bit. “You’re not saying all that just to get in my pants, are you?” I tease.

“I want that big, pierced monster in your pants inside me more than just about anything.” She cups my jaw in her hands, meeting my gaze. “But your heart means more.”

“Just want to make sure you respect me,” I say, suppressing a grin.

“Oh my hell, did you leave your balls in Vegas? Where’s my dirty talking hot husband?”

I cock a brow at her. “Is that how it’s gonna be? Always got something sassy to say?”

“Damn straight.”

“Thank fuck. Now stand up and get naked.”

She giggles but does as I say. I do the same, tearing at my clothes like they’re burning my skin.

When she’s finally bared to me, all I can think is that she’s mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. She’s turned me into some kind of goddamn caveman. This isn’t just attraction or lust. This is primal, necessary. She is the air I breathe.

“Have I told you how incredible your tits are?” I palm both of them, weighing the heavy globes in my hands.

“You haven’t, actually.”

I flick and pinch her nipples. “One of these days I’m going to slide my dick in between them and fuck you that way.”

She exhales slowly. “Yes. Let’s do that.”

“I want to talk about these thick thighs first.” I grab her hips, squeezing her generous flesh. “You could suffocate me between those thighs and I’d die a happy man.”

She releases a giggle that ends in a snort. “Let’s not do that.”

I laugh, then pull her naked body to mine. She’s soft all over, whereas I’m hard. Her skin is pale and perfect, mine covered in dark ink. We are a study in contrast and there’s never been anything more right in the world.

“I love you. And I’m gonna make you my wife as soon as possible. Don’t mistake that.”

She smiles up at me. “Okay.”

“We can live here if you want, though I’ll have to talk to my brother about the shop.”

“I think I can handle moving to Texas. Did you know one of Paige’s brothers lives in Saddle Creek? What a small world.”

“We can discuss all this later,” I say when her hand curls around my dick and gives me a solid pump.

“Yes.”

“Get on the bed, sugar baby. On your hands and knees.”

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