Page 22 of Fools in Love

This fireman needed to let me burn for him.

SHE WAS ONTO SOMETHING

ROBBIE

Fuck frozen hot chocolate or any dessert that wasn’t April laid out beneath me on my king-size bed.

“I want to get out of here,” I said before thinking about the consequences or what it all might mean after the fact. I had just admitted to her that I felt used for sex in the past, that women didn’t want anything more than that from me, and here I was, propositioning her.

“Please.”

It was all the permission I needed. “I can’t call our driver.”

“We can take the train,” she suggested.

I gave her a once-over. She might have brought a jacket, but it still hugged her body like a second dress, none of her curves hidden at all underneath it.

Her body had been made to torture me.

“I can’t take public transportation with you looking like that,” I said.

She glanced down at herself. “I’m wearing a jacket.”

“That’s not a jacket. I don’t even know what this is.” I picked at the sleeve before dropping it. “It’s attached to you.” She started giggling, and I frowned. “You did this on purpose. Didn’t you?”

Stepping closer, I grabbed her body with my hands and held on tight. This was the beginning of me never letting her go, whether she realized it or not. Leaning down, I claimed her mouth once more.

It wasmymouth.

I ran my hands down the curves of her waist to her hips before landing on her thighs.

Mine.

Moving my hands higher I gripped her ass, holding it tight.

All. Fucking. Mine.

This woman would be my complete undoing, but what a way to go.

“You’ve got to stop touching me like that,” she breathed out.

I hadn’t even considered what my touch was doing to her. I only knew what it did to me.

“Why’s that?” I asked, teasing, toying, wanting to hear her tell me the way I made her feel with details I could never unhear.

“’Cause if you don’t, I’m going to forget that we’re in public and let you have your way with me.” Her voice was breathless, her tone ragged, as her hands gripped the waist of my pants.

“I’d never let anyone else see you the way I’m about to.” I tried to speak calmly, but the words came out in a possessive growl. “I won’t share you, April.”

I’d never thought about any female like that before. Years ago, I wouldn’t have cared if another man saw a girl I was with naked. I would have shown the dirty pictures she’d texted me to the guys at the firehouse. I realized that made me a certain kind of asshole, but, ladies, don’t text naked pictures to men who don’t love you. There’s a ninety-nine percent chance that they’ll eventually show them tosomeone… if not a lot of someones.

But not April. The idea that some other man might touch her, kiss her, or look at her the way I was about to made me fucking crazy. I couldn’t even think about it without wanting to tear my mind out. She was for my eyes only.

“I won’t share you either, Robbie. I can’t. Please don’t ask me to.” Her voice was so sincere that it almost stopped my heart from beating.

No woman had ever said that to me before. They never cared what I did or with who.

“I never would.”

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