Page 74 of Imperfection is Beauty

I smiled even wider, “We stop and get some burgers. That finger food crap they have wasn’t enough.”

He chuckled, “Really are the owner of my heart.”

Taking in a deep breath, I whispered, “Takes one to know one.”

That was how we stood there until someone called out, “Get a room!”

We were in his car not even five minutes later.

Ten minutes after that we stopped for burgers.

Fifteen minutes after that, seeing we were about to get off the highway, I looked over at Marcus, the bag of food in my lap, taking in a deep breath, I said, “Marcus?

He looked from the road to me, winked, then back to the road, “Yeah, Shortcake.”

It was now or never, sure, five weeks of being around him wasn’t a lot of time, but when you’ve waited. When you found the one, time really didn’t matter. Did it?

Looking at his handsome face, taking in all that was him, knowing that he was all mine, so… I took the plunge, “I want you to take me home, and fuck the ever-loving hell out of me.”

He didn’t reply.

He didn’t say a word.

I watched as his chest rose and fell…

Chapter 17

Scarlett

He still didn’t say a word, no, he simply kept one hand on the steering wheel, and the other was resting atop my thigh.

We drove on, him not saying a word.

And for some reason, that didn’t cause my nerves to go all haywire.

So, there I sat, in the seat beside the man of my dreams, and waited.

He still didn’t speak until we were getting off the highway, then turning right.

And not left.

Left would have taken us to my apartment.

And right… well… right will take us to his house.

As soon as we pulled into his driveway, he removed his hand from my thigh, and then put the SUV in park, and cut off the ignition.

I watched as his chest rose and fell again, and that was when I heard his deep rasp, “You gotta promise me one thing, then I’ll give you everything your heart desires.”

Oh, this big man of mine, “And… if I just want you?”

“Then you’ll have me.” That was when he turned in his seat and locked his hazel-colored eyes with mine, “I will be damned happy, fucking deliriously so to take you home and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. But two conditions, I’ll fuck you anytime you want me to, but first, I want to make love to you.”

I was panting now.

I knew he saw it.

And when I simply nodded, he said, “Words, Shortcake. Gotta have the words.”

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