“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Yes, why?”
“’Cause, babe, you say it to people you like and people who mean somethin’ to you and clue in, I wanna be both.”
Oh God.
I closed my eyes and dropped my forehead to his shoulder.
Damn.
Yes. This definitely felt like I had my dream man.
“You really can’t handle sweet,” he noted on a mutter.
“No, I really can’t,” I replied to his shoulder and his arm came around so his fingers could sift into my hair.
“Fair warning, Red, you’re gonna have to suck it up.”
A startled laugh fluttered out of my throat and I lifted my head to look at him. And when I did, I saw his handsome head resting on my pillow, I felt his hard, warm body under mine and I liked both so much it hurt. But in a good way.
Therefore, stupidly, I blurted, “I like you here.”
His eyes warmed, his fingers curled around the back of my head and he murmured, “Red.”
“Please take care of this with me,” I whispered.
His head gave a slight jerk then his eyes focused intensely on mine.
“The reason you haven’t been tied to a man,” he muttered.
“What?”
“You’ve been f**ked over,” he guessed inaccurately.
But I couldn’t tell him the reason I wanted him to help me take care of what we had. It was too new. Way too new. I didn’t trust it yet. I couldn’t trust him with the knowledge that he colored my world.
He knew, in essence, that I feared what he made me feel.
He just didn’t get how big it was.
And I wasn’t ready to share that with him.
“Men are men and they do stupid shit that hurts, handsome, but that’s not it,” I shared. “But I’ll tell you what it is. Later. Tonight, let’s just have this.”
He was silent a moment, eyes holding mine, then he replied, “I’ll give you that play.”
I grinned at him and whispered, “Thanks.”
He grinned back and used his hand at my head to pull my mouth to his.
Once he’d touched my lips lightly to his, he let me back a couple of inches and asked, “Your pu**y get enough or does it need more attention?”
“I think it’s good,” I answered then finished, “for now.”