It wasn’t really a question, but I’d never been the impulsive type, so it made sense to stop and consider the crazy plan that had formed in my mind. Somewhere between Winter introducing herself and taking her hat off, I’d decided she was mine. There was only one thing to do from here. I was keeping her. I shot off a text and set my phone in a cup holder where I knew I would hear it when a response came through.
I put the SUV in reverse and backed out of the parking spot, navigating the lot to get us out onto the road.
“Um, are we going to your house?” Winter asked softly. Her voice was pure and sweet, and it sent a shot of lust straight to my cock. Soon, very soon, I was going to find out what that voice sounded like when it was raspy with passion and crying out my name.
“Errand first,” I grunted. Shit. Sparkling conversationalist there, aren’t you, Christopher?
I cleared my throat and tried again. “We’re going to see a...friend, first. Then I’m taking you home.”
“Oh, okay.” I glanced over to see her giving me a pretty smile, and my mouth curved up a bit in reply.
My phone chimed, and I nearly swerved off the road in my haste to grab it and see if it was what I was waiting for.
Judge: Be here in fifteen or I’m locking the door and you’ll have to wait until tomorrow like the rest of the town.
A grin split my face, and I heard a gasp, which made my head whip in Winter’s direction, worried at what was causing her distress. But she didn’t look upset. Instead, she was staring at me with a look of awe.
“What?” I asked.
Winter’s cheeks turned pink, and she glanced down at her hands, which were folded in her lap. “Nothing.”
“Let’s not start this marriage out this way,” I suggested kindly.
From the corner of my eye, I saw her raise her head, and when I peeked at her, she was staring at me again.
“What way?”
“Don’t hide shit from me, and I won’t hide it from you. We should talk about stuff.”
Winter giggled, and I shot her a frown. But we’d arrived at the judge’s house, so I waited until I’d pulled into his driveway and put the car in park before turning to give her my full attention.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that you don’t seem like the talking type.”
“I’m not,” I replied truthfully. “Except with you. I want to talk to you.”
She smiled, and it warmed me all over. “Okay. I think that’s a great plan.” She blushed a little harder but kept her steady gaze on me when she added, “You’re beautiful when you smile.”
My brows shot up at her declaration. No one had ever described me as beautiful before. Then again, I didn’t get many compliments from the ladies because I didn’t have time to date. I didn’t give a shit about anyone else’s praise, though. Only Winter’s.
“So are you.” Her blue eyes sparkled, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. We needed to get this shit over with right now. I was determined to have my ring on her finger before I got my mouth on her. And my mouth was watering for a taste of her lips and her pussy. If her delicious scent was anything to go by, it was going to be the most decadent thing I’ve ever tasted.
Besides, I needed to marry her so I could get on with the rest of my plan. Fucking her all day, every day, until she was carrying my son.
I shifted again, painfully hard, and growled, “Let’s go.”
She gave me an odd look, probably confused by my mood swing, but she’d understand when I was balls deep inside her later.
I hopped out of the car and jogged around to her side. By the time I opened her door, she’d unbuckled, so I helped her to the ground, making sure she slid down every inch of my body on the way.
The front door to the house opened, and the judge waved us inside. “Get in out of the cold. I’m too old to be up this late,” he groused. I chuckled as I slipped my arm around Winter’s waist and started toward the house. The judge was always complaining about getting old, but he was younger than my parents.
Once inside the house, he asked if he could take our coats, and when Winter removed hers, I nearly collapsed from my weak knees.
Winter was small, just as Holly had said, but the matchmaker had failed to relay the fact that Winter was a curvy fucking bombshell. “Fuck,” I breathed.
“Control yourself, son,” Judge griped. “Give me five damn minutes to get you married before you go dragging her off to consummate it.”
Winter giggled. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem because—”