I remember how enthralling she looked as she took her photographs, the complete concentration on her face, making me think about what an amazing mother she’s going to make.
There’s no damn way this can end without us being together.
Forever.
Which poses a lot of problems.
But—fuck it.
This evening isn’t about the problems. This evening is about me and my woman and nobody else, nothing else.
Right on cue, she walks around the corner, wearing a jacket that cuts off just above her knees, showing me a glimpse of her golden frilly dress and a generous helping of her tantalizing legs. There’s something so sexy about the way she walks, her handbag clutched to her chest, her tousled hair blowing in the light breeze.
I climb from the car and walk around to her side, smirking as I open her door and offer a half-bow.
“What a gentleman,” she giggles.
“Only the best for you,” I tell her.
Her perfume taunts me as she slides into the passenger seat, flowers and something else, making me want to bury my face in her hair and inhale. My hand is tight on the door, my knuckles turning the color of bone, as my gaze moves down over her round ass.
Does she have any idea how perfect her ass is, how captivating?
I close the door and walk around to the driver’s side, pulling out of the street and heading into the woods. The sun has set now, but it’s a full moon and the sky is clear and full of brilliant stars.
It’s perfect for what I’m planning.
I get that feeling again – that crazy feeling – that somebody or something wants us to be together.
“What are you thinking about?” she murmurs, in that cute tentative voice.
“Destiny.” I laugh dryly. “I bet you didn’t expect that.”
“Nope.” She giggles tantalizingly. “I hope Destiny isn’t another woman.”
“What?” I glance at her, temples pulsing. “Never. I’d die before I touched another woman. I’d kill. You’re claiming me as much as I’m claiming you, Snapshot.”
She touches my forearm, squeezing, making my hand relax on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry. It was a bad joke.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” I smirk. “It’s just you make me so damn feral. You look incredible, Tessa, and I haven’t even seen the dress yet. Goddamn, I want to tear that jacket off you.”
Her cheeks flush and she makes a breathy noise, a sound that works its way through my body and does savage things to me.
I focus on the road as we leave Youngstone and drive down the country lane.
“You look really handsome,” she says. “I’ve never seen you in a suit before.”
I’m wearing a navy-colored suit, my most expensive item of clothing.
“In the SEALs, we rarely dress sharp. We’re notorious for it, in fact. The other branches of the military – especially the Army – must think we’re a bunch of slouches. We make up for it by being the most elite bastards you’ll ever meet. But I wanted to dress tonight, to honor the occasion.”
“The occasion?”
“What do you think, Snapshot? It’s our first real date.”
“I’m on a date with Trent Tanner,” she says.
“And we’re driving through the forest.”
“Um, yeah I can see that.”
I smirk teasingly. “I thought we were stating the obvious.”
“I know.” She mock-glares, making me want to teach over and slip my finger into her pouting lips, make her suck it like she’ll suck my cock one day soon. “But I have to say it out loud otherwise it doesn’t seem—”
“Nope.”
She laughs. “What?”
“You were about to say it doesn’t seem real, but I won’t let you say that anymore. It’s real. It’s happening. So get that fine ass used to it.”
Her giggle is such a sweet sound, like a soothing balm for a man like me, a man who’s been in more battles than I can count.
“Where are we going, anyway?”
“Are you determined to make me punish you?” I tease. “Don’t ruin the surprise.”
“You’d punish me, would you?”
“Yeah,” I growl. “But something tells me you’d like being spanked.”
Her involuntary moan tells me I’m right, that she’d enjoy receiving it as much as I’d enjoy giving it.
“In fact,” I go on, unable to stop my voice from becoming gnarled and husky. “I think that’s one of the things you dream about when your play with that perfect pink slit.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Oh, God. Don’t make me…”
“Say it,” I snarl, when shyness cuts off her words.
“If you know what I mean, why do you need me to say it?”
My cock presses against my suit pants, my balls suddenly feeling twice as full, my tip tingling and buzzing. “Because I know how sexy you’ll sound when you say it.”
“Don’t make me wet,” she gushes, and now my seed is roaring at me, telling me to pull the car over and devastate her needy virgin hole.
“I’ll save that for after dinner,” I growl.