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“Will you let me check into the person you choose?”
“Even if I said no, I doubt you’d listen,” I tease, bumping him with my hip as we walk back toward the Jeep.
He squeezes my hand and raises it to his lips, kissing my hand again. “I only want to make sure you’re safe.”
“You’re the best boyfriend ever,” I reply. My cheeks heat when his eyes widen at my proclamation. We’ve never put our relationship into words, so his reaction has me regretting them. “I mean?—”
He puts his finger over my mouth, pausing me and walking me backward until my back hits the passenger side door of his Jeep. “You know what?” he says, leaning down, getting a whispered length away from my lips.
“What?”
“I like the sound of that,” he murmurs, tipping my head with a gentle nudge, his eyes bouncing back and forth between my eyes and lips.
My pulse quickens. With that, he presses his lips to mine. I love the way he kisses—gentle at first and then dominant and greedy. He groans into my mouth as our tongues tangle together.
When he pulls away, he presses his forehead against mine. Our eyes locked, our breaths heavy with need. “I like it a lot,” he finally says.
CHAPTER 22
Kali
There are times Paxton is broody and so serious his tenseness hurts my forehead. Especially when he’s talking about his job. Today is not one of those days. Today, he’s like a kid in a candy store. And as sexy as his broody side is, this side of him is my favorite.
“I’ve never ridden a roller coaster before,” I confess, staring up at the colossal green monster coaster, spiraling and flipping upside down. I’m certain if I wasn’t here, Paxton would run to get in line with the group of boys that just passed us.
As soon as he asked me to go to Six Flags, my answer was a resounding yes. Growing up, kids were quick to brag about their Six Flags trips to San Antonio or Dallas. They raved about the rides they rode and how much fun they had. Most of the time, I figured they were exaggerating.
They were not.
“We could start smaller,” he teases, a playful glint in his eyes. He points to a different ride. “Like that one?”
I stare at the ride. Cars in a circle on a spinning disk. I might as well throw up now. The only benefit of that ride is that it’s on the ground. But my stomach squeezes at the dizzying sight. No, thanks.
I pucker my lips and shake my head. “I say we jump right in. I’m ready to ride that big boy.”
“Is that right?” He wags his thick brows with a salacious grin. “I know a big?—”
My skin warms as I cover his mouth with my hand. “Don’t promise things you might not be able to deliver.”
He draws me into his chest, tickling my side. “Oh, Kalico, just you wait.”
This is the weekend—the weekend—when I get to rip his clothes off and make mad love to him. It’s been a month of flirting, innuendos, passionate kisses, and a lot of heavy petting. But he’s been the perfect gentleman, letting me take the lead on where this goes. My insecurities held me back. Remember, I’m a five. He’s not.
He sent me flowers. I’ve never received flowers from a man before, not counting the ones that Chip would give me on my birthday. Those were like flowers from my dad. Sometimes, I have to sit back and remind myself that this is my life now. I have everything I’ve ever wanted at the moment.
And he’s made it clear that he wants me.
One more week, and I move into my apartment. It’s only fifteen minutes from Paxton’s apartment, so it’ll make it easier to see him more than once a week.
“I’m done waiting.”
He stares down at me. “Like done, done? Like we need to leave right now, done?”
“We just got here. But tonight…” I lean into him and lift on my toes, giving him a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips before pulling back and whispering into his ear, “I might even let you use the handcuffs.”
“Damn woman,” he says, turning away to adjust himself. “This will be interesting.” He snorts, pulling me behind the same group of boys that ran past us to get in line. He leans down and whispers so the little ears don’t hear. “I’ve never had a boner while on a ride before. Either I’ll never have kids again, or I’ll need to change my underwear after this.”
I smack my hand on my forehead. Leave it to a man to wonder how a roller coaster can get him off.
