Forever You're Mine (MINE #4)(29)
He noticed all that?
As if he could read the question on my face, he added, “I’m very observant.”
I scoffed. “Clearly.”
He kissed me, his lips soft and gentle against mine. “Dammit, babe. Will I ever get enough of you?”
“Do you want to?”
“No.” He answered quickly.
Tears pricked my eyes. “Good, ‘cause I kinda like being yours.”
His hand slid beneath the covers, his fingers sliding between my legs in a slow lazy glide. “Kinda?”
“Ok fine, I like it a lot.”
“Like it?” One finger slid inside, then two. “Or love it?”
“Love it,” I whimpered.
Heard melodies are sweet,
but those unheard are sweeter.
~John Keats
“Fuck babe, hurry up, I’m starvin’ to death out here.”
“I’m comin’!” she replied from the other side of the door.
Cora had been in there for a long time and the longer I waited, the more nervous I became.
I was about to step away and grab a beer, hoping a little alcohol would help with my nerves when the door finally opened and her smoky eyes robbed me of breath; so unlike the natural look she often wore. Soft, golden curls draped each shoulder, embracing the sides of her breasts perfectly. My fingers itched like crazy to wrap the silky strands around my hand. But I refrained, appreciating the effort she had put into looking so goddamn beautiful.
Fighting every urge to maul her like the pathetic animal I was, I took a step forward. The black dress hugged every curve, even her arms, stopping about mid-thigh only to emphasize the splendor of her long, sexy legs.
My dick wanted to live between those f*cking legs forever.
A pair of leopard print heels, that put her just about eye level with me, were like a cherry on top. Visions of those killer heels bouncing in the air while I pounded into her, deprived my mind of any and all common sense.
My hands reached for her hips. If I weren’t hell bent on treating this woman like the queen she was, I’d rip it from her perfect body and f*ck her right here on the bathroom sink. “The shit runnin’ through my head right now scares me, babe.”
I tried to shake them off but yeah…not happening.
“I’ll be hard for you all night.”
Her small hand cupped the back of my neck, amusement sparkling behind those hazel eyes. “You say the sweetest things to me,” she teased.
“Soak up my sweet words now ‘cause they’re only gonna get dirtier, especially with you wearin’ this dress. Jesus f*ck. Maybe we should stay in. I don’t want *s wantin’ what’s mine.”
She took a step back, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles. “No way. Took me forever to get ready, you’re takin’ me out. C’mon, you’re starvin’ remember?”
Watching her walk down the hall, her fine ass swaying seductively from side to side was like dangling the juiciest of steaks in front of a ravenous lion. “Yeah, but I’m not hungry for food anymore, sweetheart.”
I sighed as she dragged me by my heart out the front door.
When I asked Holden the best place to take Cora out for a nice, fancy dinner he’d suggested The Hollywood. I’d heard about this place a few times. Good food. Relaxed atmosphere.
We were seated in front of a window near the front, gifting us with a perfect view of the delta sky. I couldn’t say the last time I sat and watched a sunset. Not one I remembered anyway. This was one I would never forget. Multiple shades of pink, yellow, and blue painted the evening sky. But even that wasn’t as beautiful as the woman sitting next to me.
Cora had gone for the catfish while I’d settled on the fried frog legs. She’d looked a little grossed out, but after some coaxing she gave them a try.
“Dance with me,” she said after we’d finished eating.
“I don’t dance,”
“Yes, you do.” She reached for my hands, pulling me towards the tiny dance floor. Helpless against her smile and that f*cking dress, I followed. Every man in here tonight at one point had his eyes on her. But they could all go f*ck themselves. My girl only had eyes for me.
The one man band sang his rendition of Pretty Beautiful by Swon Brothers. The lyrics were perfect, describing exactly how I felt about this woman. She brought beauty into my life. She made life worth living, worth fighting for. I held her tight…her body fit against mine like a part of me I didn’t even know was missing.
“Cannon?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Is this real? Are we…real?”
I nuzzled her neck, wanting to absorb all of her, wishing I could merge her body with mine so she could feel everything I had for her inside.
Instead, I found her eyes and tried to reassure her the best I could. “I wish I could lay you down right now and show you just how real this is. Whatever happens from here, I can’t really say. I’ll give you all I got. It might take us a while to get it right, but yeah…this is real for me. Very f*ckin’ real.”
Tears shimmered in her eyes and I took her lips before the first one could fall. Her lips trembled with emotion and my heart sang with relief as I kissed her mouth with every ounce of dedication I could offer in a public place.