Page 97 of Fake It For Love (Faux Love)
“We’ll see,” I teased. “How was your night?”
“Remarkably good,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting to actually enjoy myself, but I did. It wasn’t terrible. I take it things went well for you.”
His fingers raked through my hair before sliding down my back and unhooking my bra. His hands were warm as he ran them over my body. “Things went well,” I said. “Although I did get hit on at the bar. That was weird.”
“Why was it weird?”
“Because I don’t usually get hit on,” I told him. “Not by guys that look like that.”
“I guess I’m going to have to follow you around and beat the guys off with a stick,” he said. “Can’t have them making eyes at my woman.”
Hearing him call me his woman was incredibly touching. I had never been anyone’s woman. “It was flattering.”
“I will flatter you to the moon and back,” he said. “While I make love to you.”
I involuntarily shuddered. He was saying all the right things.
“Are you cold?” he asked. “Let’s get you into bed and warm you up.”
Being under the blankets with him was the perfect way to end the night. I didn’t think I would ever get tired of this with him. He was so caring and sweet, even when he was drunk.
