We had only been involved for a short while, but it felt as if we’d been already been together forever.
As usual my life was spinning out of control when it came to this woman. It had happened the very first day I saw her and now…
Now our lives might be changing forever. She’d come at me like a siren with a purpose. I’d crashed into the rocks and drowned happily.
I’d drown daily if she let me.
I glanced over at her as I slapped the gear into park. “So, that happened.”
She smoothed her hand over her skirt. “Which part? The part where my mom interrogated you, or the part where I jumped you?”
“Both.”
She tipped her head. That damn head tilt was going to be the death of me. “You charmed the pants off my mom. Then me.” She gave me a wicked grin. She toyed with the hem of her skirt. “Well, panties. And I think we should practice a little more.”
I groaned as I tried to straighten my skewed tie. My little hellcat left me as disheveled as a horny teen after prom. Then again, my prom hadn’t ended nearly as well as our crazy truck escapades.
I climbed out of the truck and came around to her side, opening the door and undoing her buckle before hauling her into my arms again.
“Murphy.” Her voice was startled, but the light in her eyes told me she was onboard. I couldn’t take all of this too seriously or she was going to bolt.
She might not need me anymore after our little interlude.
My grip tightened on her hips as I backed up with her in my arms. I held her tight against me and she wrapped her legs around my waist. “Damn, girl. You make me think all sorts of ungentlemanly thoughts when you give me that look.”
She looped her arms around my neck. “Which look would that be? I’d like to memorize it so I can pull it out of my pocket whenever I need you.”
“Need me for what?”
Easy, asshole. Don’t scream ‘I am half in love with you already’ in her face.
Especially since I was pretty sure half had been a foregone conclusion before I’d even messaged her the first time. Add in a few weeks and I was about as gone as you could get.
“This.” She bounced up with the incredible—sweet loving mercy—strength of her amazing thighs. This woman was my match in so many ways.
I stalked up the walkway. And even with Veronica’s serial killer talk in the back of my mind, I never remembered to lock my damn door. There was nothing precious enough in my place to worry about. At least there never had been before now.
I juggled her slightly so I could get my hand on the doorknob before I kicked the door open and slammed it shut. Her eyes went bright with excitement and my boots made a sharp click on the hardwood as I bypassed my living room, kitchen, and went right to my master suite.
“Man with a purpose.”
“You’re goddamn right.” I tossed her into the middle of the bed and she made a squeak that turned into bawdy laughter.
She rolled onto her knees. “Murphy Masterson, what got into you?”
I unbuttoned the tiny freaking buttons of my vest and stripped it off. “A certain woman attacked me in my own truck.”
She put her hands on her hips. “And you’re offended?”
“No.” I slowed myself down. Stared her down as I undid the buttons at each wrist. “I just feel the need to show you who’s boss.”
She threw her head back with a laugh. “Not you, sir.”
“Strip, Veronica. If that dress isn’t off before I get to my belt, you’ll be wearing one of my shirts home tomorrow.”
Her laughter dried up and for a moment I thought I went too far. Instead, she went for her little tie at the side of the wrap-dress and it slid free. “Better hurry up with those buttons, Fortress.”
I was too wired to deal with the little plastic discs that made me insane on a good day. Then again, I rarely got dressed up. But for her, I did. Right now, with her creamy skin on display, I had no hope of being dexterous.