She might not realize it, but from the moment she snuggled up with me last night, I knew I would never be able to let her go. I can be patient until we get through this turmoil, but I’m not going anywhere, and neither is she.

“You can call me yours for tonight, but that’s all it will be,” she spits out at me as she breaks from the kiss to take a breath, and I just ignore her as I take her again, biting down on her bottom lip as she opens up for me. It brings a moan from her that is sinful and one I want to hear over and over again.

I slide my hands from her waist around to her ass and lift her up against my body. I don’t respond to her statement, intent on making sure we are on the same page for what is about to happen.

“This is the last chance to change your mind, otherwise I’m taking you to my bed, and I going to fuck every little bit of attitude out of you.”

Her eyes darken, and I can feel her breathing falter a bit as she takes in what I said. “Is this your arrogance talking, or are you really as good as you think you are?”

“You’re about to find out,” I say, carrying her toward my bedroom door and straight to my bed. But before I lay her down, I ask one last time, and I’m not sure if this question is just for her or me too.

I want her to really think about this, because I know in my head, I’m asking myself, do I really want to open my heart for the chance of it being destroyed?

“Harper.” Her name falls softly from my lips. “Are you sure about this?”

I can see her thinking hard, but it doesn’t take long, and she nods her head at me. But it’s not enough, I need more.

“Words,” I demand.

“Forrest, I swear if you don’t fuck me now, I’m walking back into my room and grabbing my biggest vibrator and fucking myself. Does that answer your question!” And every bit of gentle that I was trying to use is shot into the atmosphere as I throw her on the bed.

“No vibrators in this house. I’ll burn them.” And I mean it.

Stripping my shirt off and unbuttoning my trousers, I push both them and my briefs off in one go. I don’t want to put her in a position where she feels that I have the upper hand.

Standing and just staring at her, I can see her eyes roaming my body, and the way she licks her lips and drags her teeth over her bottom lip, I can tell she likes what she sees.