"Because of my accent?"
"No."
"Then why...Madeleine?"
A sweet ache squeezes my pussy, and I feel my body melting against his as I say, "Because you say it like I'm yours."
"You are."
"And you?" I ask tremulously. "Are you mine?"
"I am."
He says the words so swiftly and firmly, it almost feels like a dream.
"From the very moment we met," he says fiercely, "I was yours."
But I know it isn't.
It may feel like a dream, but it's not.
This is real, and I know this to be true not just because of what he says, but how he says it, and it's that moment—-
It's that moment when my Mr. Mine becomes what he will be for the rest of my life.
He's my Rashad, and because he's mine just as I'm his—-
I place one hand gently against his chest, and my pulse leaps in excitement when I feel his heart pound under my palm. "This is like our second chance, isn't it?"
"It is."
"And a second chance is like...another life."
Rashad's forehead creases. "I suppose."
"So..." I look at him from under my lashes. "Does this mean you'll let me eat you now?"
Say yes, say yes, say yes!
But the car has slowed down to a stop before he can even answer, and an almost-smirk curves over his lips when I look at him in unconcealed dismay.
"To be continued," he says mockingly as he helps me out of the car.