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Derek is just… overwhelming. Relentless. Maddening. What’s most maddening is what he does to my body and that little part of me that would love to believe I can have what he wants to give me without it meaning I’ve lost my mind, too.
And I just can’t come to grips with the talent that man has with his mouth, that hypnotizing gaze, those ten talented fingers and Lord, that male appendage. The right shape and size to drive me wild – with an air of danger because it’s just a touch too big. Which seems to make it extra good for him, because the face he makes when he sinks in that final overwhelming inch? That expression he makes is tinder for the explosions he manages to detonate from the core of me.
When he’s not threatening people I love, he says so many of the right things. He does romantic things. And I feel like I might be slipping because I keep catching myself thinking about an alternate universe where I might let myself slip into the madness with him.
We pull up to the house and Derek gets out, leaving his SUV running.
I’m about to ask about that when he opens the door, so I follow him inside.
He disarms the alarm and turns to me, taking my face into both hands.
“I’ve got some shit to deal with. I’ll be back later. Be good.” He presses his lips to mine briefly, then wraps me up in a tight hug.
I stand still trying to ignore how warm and strong he feels, wondering why I can’t shut off the attraction despite all the crappy things he’s done.
“Am I under surveillance here?” I ask.
He smiles. “Maybe.”
I scrunch my face up. He pokes my nose playfully.
“It’s Tuesday, baby.”
“And?”
“And how about tacos tonight? I’ll get the fixings delivered.”
I shrug. “I don’t know if I want tacos.”
“But you always say every day should be Tuesday.”
I sigh and fold my arms.
He mocks me, copying my stance.
“Anyway…” I mutter.
“Okay, have food delivered if there’s something you want then? I’ll send you Carson’s details. He can arrange it.”
“Carson seems to be a busy guy. I’m sure I can manage groceries for us.”
He smiles. Wide.
I roll my eyes because I realize I’ve just said “us”.
“Oh,” he says, “I just remembered, the rest of your belongings from the rowhouse will be here at about 5:00. I’ll try to be back by then. If not, here, look.” He gestures to the security panel on the wall by the door and shows me how to let the delivery guys in.
“I put the app on your phone yesterday, too, so you can deal with it from anywhere in the house.”
“Are the movers bringing my Cherokee?” I ask.
“That’s already here,” he tells me, pointing over his shoulder.
“The garage?”
“Yep.”
“Oh.”
