Page 51 of Mine To Keep (Southern Wedding)

“I think one and a half is the going rate these days.” I close the distance to him and put my hands on his sides. “I can run out and then run back in.” He puts his hands on my shoulders before moving them to hold my neck. “Ooh, are you going to choke me and then throw me down on the couch and—” He puts his hand over my mouth.

“Jesus, what kind of porn are you watching?” He chuckles as I wink at him.

“Want to watch one together and recreate it?” I ask him, getting on my tippy-toes and kissing his jaw.

“Grace, why are you making this so hard?” he groans as he looks at the ceiling.

My hand cups his cock. “I’m not the only one hard.” He looks back at me and kisses my lips. “Are you sure you’re okay with what I told you?”

“Which part, because I’m getting whiplash tonight,” he says softly, leaning down to kiss my lips again gently. I have to admit, I love every single time he kisses me. The passionate ones, the ones where I know I’m making him crazy, but his soft ones… those might just be my favorite.

“The part about me having my V.” I try to joke about it. “It’s like walking around with a big A on my shirt. No one wants to touch me.”

“No one better fucking touch you,” he growls, and I laugh.

“Simmer down there, big man. I don’t want anyone but you to touch me,” I admit, “even when you were a dick to me.”

“Yeah, well, it was the only thing I could do except lock you in a room, and, well, do things that, well, I shouldn’t want in the first place. But—”

“But.” I kiss his neck. “I’m just that irresistible.”

“You really are,” he agrees, kissing me again. “I want nothing more than to bury myself inside you.” The minute he says these words I think I purr. I definitely hum. “But I also want to take it slow.”

“Ugh, just my luck.” I chuckle. “I fall for a gentleman.” I shake my head and walk over to grab my shirt and put it back on. “I guess I’m going to call it a night since you aren’t going to put out.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” He glares at me. “You aren’t leaving in the middle of the night.”

I laugh at him, looking over at the kitchen to the big clock on the wall. “It’s almost midnight. I’m not sure that constitutes the middle of the night.”

“If something happens, then what?” I roll my lips to keep from laughing in his face. He’s really cute when he’s protective. Another reason he’s so hot. “If your car breaks down in the middle of the road?”

“Well, if that happens—” I now can’t help but laugh a little. “Then I’ll call you.” I hold up my hand. “I also have roadside assistance.” Something that even though I didn’t want my grandfather had put on my car.

He stares at me for a second. “Okay, wait here. I’m going to go and get Meadow.” He grabs his shirt off the couch and puts it on. I think he’s joking until he actually starts to make his way to the stairs.

“You aren’t going to wake her up to drive me home.” I rush to grab his arm before he gets any further.

“Then I guess you are staying here.” He turns back around to face me. “We can set the alarm for five thirty and then you can leave.”

“What difference does it make?” I try not to laugh at him.

“It makes a huge difference.” He throws his hands up. “Don’t you watch those murder shows?” I have to roll my eyes. “Evil lurks in the darkness.” His voice goes low and monotone, and he uses his hands to scare me.

“That’s creepy,” I point out to him. “Also, it’s like a twenty-minute drive, most of it on a bright highway.”

“If you want, we…” he says, “we can sleep on the couch.” He raises his eyebrows. “Or you can sleep in the bedroom with me.”

I’m the one looking up at the ceiling, wondering how to get out of this. “But what if Meadow wakes up?”

“She usually shouts my name.” His face goes into a smirk. “Because, apparently, that’s what princesses do.” We laugh together, and he waits a couple of seconds before he wraps an arm around my waist. “What’s it going to be?”

I can’t help but wrap my arms around him, getting on my tippy-toes and crushing my chest to his, suddenly wishing we were shirtless again. “You aren’t giving me a choice.”

“I am.” He wraps the other arm around me, crushing me to him. “Couch or bed? See, choices.”

“Is this what having a boyfriend is, annoying?” I smirk at him.

“I guess so,” he admits to me, “and he gives you phenomenal orgasms.”

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