Page 29 of Gentleman Wanted
“I bought a house for us.”
My eyes flashed. “You did what?” He was crazy. Absolutely crazy. “You bought us a house? Gent, we have only been together-”
“I know you are the one for me, Gem. I’ve known since the moment we came home. Maybe before then, but I didn’t think you wanted the same. So yeah, I bought us a house. We need more room than your apartment. If you don’t like it…” he trailed off, his eyes not quite meeting mine.
Swallowing hard, I ran my fingers through his beard. “I love it Gent.”
His smile was dazzling. “There’s another surprise inside as well. Something to make it official.”
My heart slammed into my rib cage, and for a second, it was hard to breathe. “More official than moving in together and buying a house?” I forced out a laugh. “I think everyone knows we are together.”
“I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
He was talking about me wearing his property patch.
Staring at him, I could see the uncertainty in his eyes.
Reaching over the seat, I brushed my lips against his. “I want everyone to know that as well.”
“Is that a yes?” His rough palms came up to capture my face.
“You haven’t actually asked me anything yet, Gent.” I rolled my eyes at him.
Throwing back his head, he laughed. “Will you be mine, Gem? My woman? Will, you wear my patch and…”
I didn’t let him finish. “Yes.”
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“So what do you think?”
What did I think? Twirling around, I tried to take it all in. There was so much space. The whole place was light and airy. The perfect place to raise a child.
“It’s so big…” My words faltered as he started to laugh. Great big belly laughs. Frowning at him, I realised too late that he wasn’t talking about the house.
My eyes locked on the property cut in his hands. I hadn’t seen him pick it up.
“Do you want to put it on?”
“Where’s Bobby?” I answered his question with one of my own, stepping up to him. I ran my hand down his chest. I could feel his heart beating against my palm.
Gents eyes darkened. “Asleep in his car seat in the living room.” A slow smile lifted the corners of his mouth. He knew what I was thinking. I didn’t need to explain. “You’re a dirty girl Gem.”
“I’m your dirty girl.” Easily I slipped the soft leather on. It was buttery, obviously expensive and fit me perfectly.
“Yes, you are.” One of Gent’s hands came up to cup my breast. My back arched, and my lips fell open. I loved the fact that I didn’t need to explain what I wanted to do to him. He already knew. “Does my old lady need a little release?”
The way he said it made something clench inside of me. Capturing his hands, I thrust it between my legs, under the airy summer skirt I was wearing, so his fingers brushed over my panties.
“What do you think?”
“I think I need to be balls deep in your pussy.” His fingers worked deftly to slide inside my knickers, working over the tortured flesh. “I think you should be naked apart from the leather, with your legs wrapped around my neck.”
“Like this?” Hooking my hands into the waistband of my skirt, I pushed it down. Stepping out of it, I waited until he had stopped licking his lips and met my eyes before I started undoing the tiny buttons on my blouse.
“Jesus Christ.” He watched every movement I made, his eyes drinking me in. “You’re an evil woman, Gem. An evil, evil woman.”
My breasts tumbled free as I unclasped the front hook of my bra.
