“It was close to a tackle.”
Jeez.
Moving on.
“Why then?” I asked.
“Because what I wanted to do was get in your pants. It almost hurt physically to set you away from me. It did hurt when you got that look on your face after I told you that you were like a sister. It hurt to hurt you, that’s when I knew.”
“That was a long time ago,” I said to him.
His hand was resting at my waist but it moved around my back and pulled me to him.
“Yeah, we’ve wasted a lot of time. We’ve got a lot to make up for.”
He was nuzzling my neck but I wasn’t quite finished talking.
“You want to marry me?” I asked.
“No. I’m gonna marry you.” He lifted his head from my neck. “You’re movin’ in this weekend. We’ll get settled, get used to each other, spend some time up in the cabin, maybe go away somewhere with a beach. In a few months I’ll get you a ring then we’ll get married.”
I didn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You have it all planned out,” I said.
“Well… yeah.”
“That’s it?” I asked.
“That’s it. Isn’t that how it normally happens?”
I guessed it was but still.
I felt his body move against mine and knew he was laughing.
“Fucking hell, India Savage wants hearts and flowers.”
I went up on my forearm. Hearts and flowers! As if! I was a Rock Chick!
“I do not!” I snapped.
He was grinning at me. “Yes you do.”
“No I do not,” I retorted.
He rolled me on my back and onto me again. His hands went into the hair at either side of my face and he looked me in the eyes.
“I don’t do hearts and flowers but I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
“You are so cocky.”
“Honey, I don’t give a f**k if you don’t believe it’s gonna be good between us. I know we’ll both enjoy me proving it to you.”
Wow.
My breath escaped me and I stared.
He ignored my stare, rolled off me again, twisted me around and fit my back to his front and held me tight against him.