Page 17 of A Very Grumpy Sheriff
My girl likes to be praised.I don’t know how she can’t see how perfect she is, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing her how beautiful and desirable she is.
The spaghetti and garlic bread are done, so I hurry to assemble our plates and take my seat beside her at the counter.
“Total honesty, Suri?”
She blinks up at me.“Always.”
“I’ve wanted you for years.Ever since your first letter to me.If I hadn’t been in bootcamp and then serving, I would have come for you years ago.”
Suri nods and picks up her wine glass, taking a sip.
“I’m ready to be with you now.Nothing is holding me back.”
She stares at her plate.
I lean closer.“What’s holding you back, baby?”
“I-it’s hard for me to trust that you want me, I guess.I mean, I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if I had never written to you.We would never have met.We wouldn’t be here.”
“Maybe.Maybe not.I like to think I would have found you anyway.”
“I don’t think I’m your type.I mean, you look like that, and I’m?—”
“I don’t have a type, baby.Just you.I’ve never wanted anyone except you.”
“Devon—”
“You’ve been driving me crazy for years.You think I haven’t been chasing you?Do you know what I’ve done to track you down?I’ve been looking for you all this time.”
Suri looks shocked.
“I was going crazy trying to find you.I went to the post office and tried to bribe them to let me look at their security videos.I thought about hiring a handwriting expert to narrow it down.I used to go back to Colorado and walk around, wondering if I might pass you on the street and know it was you.”
“I—you…”
“I was about to hire a PI to look for you.I was so fucking desperate.”I tilt her face up so she’s looking at me fully.“When you told me your name… fuck, baby, it was the best day of my life.”
I expect her to ask me a question or maybe tell me how she’s been feeling all these years, but she doesn’t do either of those things.
Instead, she leans forward and kisses me.
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I may have startedthis kiss, but Devon quickly takes control.
He stands, his chair scraping against the floor as he drags me to the edge of my stool.His hands jerk my legs wide, and then his hips are there, crowding between my thighs, his big body pressing against mine.
Tingles skate down my spine and a pulse leaps in my core.I immediately grow damp, and my panties stick to my throbbing flesh.
I swear I had no intention of sleeping with Devon tonight.I was enjoying him chasing me, romancing me.But I underestimated how badly I want to be with him intimately.
I’m a twenty-one-year-old virgin, and the only man who has ever turned me on like this is Devon.This man who’s claiming me with his kiss, whose unsteady hands mold my curves, whose hard cock presses against me.
He wants me.Badly.
That might be the biggest turn-on ever.I canfeelDevon’s need for me, can feel how much he’s attracted to me in the press of his body against mine, in the throb of his dick, in the way his hands flex against my hips, in the rumble of his groan against my lips.
