Dirty Love (Dirty Girl Duet #2)(38)

Greer’s face is lit by the streetlights outside, and her mouth has opened into a small O.

“Are you serious?”

“Absolutely. I know your life is in New York, but I think you’d be happy here. Make a new life, with me.”

Her clever little brain is working overtime as she considers my proposition. “Move in with you . . . and find a job here?”

“Or don’t find a job, whatever makes you happy.”

She rolls her eyes at that. “Not having a job wouldn’t make me happy.”

“Then find a job. I don’t care what it is as long as it makes you happy and you fall asleep every night in my arms.”

“What about when you’re filming on location and you’re not here?”

“Find a job you can do from anywhere, and travel with me.”

She goes quiet for a few moments, considering. “Are you sure? This is what you really want?”

“This is everything I want.”

She presses her lips to my chin. “Okay. Then we’ll figure out how to make it work. It might take some time to transition, but . . . I want that too. I don’t want to go back to only seeing you on TV and in magazines. I don’t want you to be the guy I knew once, but missed my chance.”

“Good, because I just want you to be mine, Greer. Every day.”

“I already am.”

Triumph barrels through me, even though she doesn’t say the words I’ve been waiting to hear, but I’m not going to push for them.

“I love you so f*cking much, Greer, and I’ll do everything I can to prove this is the best decision you’ve ever made.”

She wraps both arms around me and squeezes. “You don’t have to do anything. I already know it is.”





Cav carries me into his house—or rather, what’s going to be our house—as the driver pulls out of the driveway. Was I shocked to hear him say those words again to me? Yes.

So shocked that I couldn’t gather myself enough to say them back. But I will. For the first time in my life, I’m both diving in and holding back. There’s a tiny voice in my head that worries it’s all going to fall apart and Cav will leave me shattered one final time.

Now that I’ve had him like this, I don’t know how I’d recover. He’s worked himself into my life in such a way that I can’t see my future without him. I won’t let that voice win. I have to believe in him. In us.

Cav lowers me to my feet in the bedroom, saying nothing as he unzips the dress and lets it fall to the floor. I’m naked beneath it, and he kneels to unbuckle the straps encircling my ankles. My feet scream with relief when I step out of the shoes, and I’m bare before him.

Wordlessly, he strips. I follow his fingers as he undoes each button, tossing the shirt away before he kicks off the shoes and unzips the slacks. Pushing both the pants and his boxer briefs to his feet, he steps free of them and stands before me naked.

Cav takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom and flips on the shower. Once steam fills the enclosure, he opens the door and I step inside. Cav is moments behind me, and his hands are everywhere.

Seeking. Touching. Worshipping.

He doesn’t miss an inch as he washes me. My hair, my body, everything. Some part of my overactive imagination tells me we’re washing the past away and starting again for the last and final time.

I silence any remaining doubts. There are no more secrets between us, and I’m leaping. I turn in his arms and meet his gaze.

“I love you.”

The words are quiet, but Cav can feel the force behind them. He wraps both arms around me and crushes me against him. Happiness radiates from him, and I know I’ve chosen the perfect moment. A new beginning.

“I f*cking love you, baby girl.”

His lips find mine and my body ignites. His tongue teases and his hands are everywhere.

I haven’t forgotten the one extra accessory I’m still wearing, or the heat igniting once more between my legs. I want him. There. And I’m not afraid to ask for it.

“Are you going to f*ck my ass like you’ve been promising?” I whisper the words, but they still echo in the tiled shower enclosure.

Cav’s lips curve into a grin. “You know I’m never going to say no to that.”

“Good, because I want it.”

“Then that’s exactly what you’re going to get.” He releases me from his hold and places a hand on the glass. “I’ll be right back.”

Cav pushes the door open, and a whoosh of cold air hits my skin. He’s only gone a moment before he returns with one hand full. A bottle of lube and . . .

“A vibrator?” My eyes find his and the smile firmly fixed on his face.

“Trust me, you’ll love it.”

Excitement ricochets from wall to wall. One thing I can be certain of—sex with Cav will never be boring, and I don’t have any complaints about that.

He presses a button on the vibrator, and I’m already wet and wanting. My screams are going to echo off the walls of this shower in a way neither of us will ever forget.

Cav lowers the toy to my * and the vibrations hit my clit instantly. Shifting, I squeeze my legs together instinctively.

“Spread your legs, baby.” He lifts my hand from where it hangs clenched at my side and wraps it around the handle. “You’re going to play with this sweet * and help me tease the hell out of you while I get this ass ready for me.”