“What?” she murmurs, tugging at her dress.
“What?” I smirk.
“Have I got something on my dress?”
“No. I just can’t stop looking at your legs. They are fucking perfect.”
She sighs. “They’re fat, you mean—”
She gasps as I bring the car to a stop at the side of the road, wheeling on her with rage pulsing through me, my jaw tight.
“Tessa, never say that again,” I growl. “Or, if you say it, don’t say it like that. Don’t say it like you’re ashamed of the way you look. Because you’re perfect, fucking perfect. I love how curvy you are. I love how thick your thighs are, how much there is of you to grab and explore and tease and play with.”
I grab onto her bare leg, groaning as I bury my possessive fingers in her flesh.
She moans, staring at me like captured prey… and yet this prey wants to be captured.
“Tell me,” I snap.
“Tell you what—”
“Tell me you’re a curvy, sexy fucking goddess. Now. Or I swear to god I’ll bend you over the hood and show you. I don’t want your first time to be like that. But I won’t be able to stop myself from pommeling into that tight needy hole, slamming into you over and over until you’re creaming and you’ve forgotten you’re a virgin, to show you how attractive I find you. Say it, Tessa. Say it now.”
I squeeze her leg harder, turning her captivating flesh red.
“I’m curvy and sexy,” she says, her voice shivering, making my cock pulse like a heartbeat. “I’m your curvy sexy goddess, Trent.”
I slide my hand up her thigh, toward her pussy, my fingers pricking with promising heat the closer I get.
She bites her lip in the way that drives me feral.
“Trent, not here.”
I pause, and then I smirk when it hits me. When I realize why she’s saying this.
“You want to be fucked, don’t you, you horny virgin? And if I start touching you here, you won’t be able to stop yourself.”
“I don’t want my first time to be at the side of a road,” she whimpers, with lust blaring beneath her words.
“No, neither do I,” I growl.
It takes more effort than I can believe to remove my hand and place it back on the steering wheel. She shifts against the seat, and it drives me even crazier. I can tell she’s grinding her perfect pussy against her panties, fidgety in her desire for release.
“You’ll never know how crazy you make me,” I say, voice rumbling as I pull out into the road.
“I still can’t…” she starts and I glare.
She giggles.
“That’s right. No more I can’t believe this talk.”
“I didn’t even mean to say it then. It was just going to come out. But I caught myself.”
“That’s a shame,” I say. “I wanted to catch you… goddamn, that was my cheesiest line yet.”
Her laughter fills the car like a song, swimming through my mind, setting parts of me alight I never could’ve dreamed of before I strode into the diner and found my woman standing there, waiting for me.
“I don’t care if you’re cheesy sometimes,” she declares. “It makes me feel special.”
“You are special.”
“Just think… only I can make this badass Navy SEAL turn cheesy. That’s one hell of an accomplishment, don’t you think?”
I chuckle, reaching over and touching her shoulder. And only her shoulder. If I did what I wanted and slid my hand down her body, I’d have to pull over again.
“You’re changing me in more ways than that, Snapshot,” I say. “Before us—”
“I love that there’s an us,” she says, her voice happy and carefree.
But I sense her withdraw after she’s spoken, as though she’s remembering Angela, remembering the complications that are still threatening to drag us apart.
No, a voice inside of me roars, belonging to my seed. Tonight is about you two. It’s about putting a child in her belly. Nothing else.
“What were you going to say?” she asks.
“Before us,” I growl, “I couldn’t imagine feeling like this.”
“Maybe I should be apologizing for making the big tough Navy SEAL feel, huh?”
“No,” I say passionately. “I wouldn’t trade the way I feel about you for anything.”
What about my daughter, though? Would I trade it for her?
Fuck.
I can’t let myself think about that.
Not tonight.
We’re going to tell her everything the second she’s home.
Right now, the only thing I can think about is my woman and the evening we have planned. Everything else fades away.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tessa
My breath catches as I drink in the majesty of the scene.
We’re back at the cabin. Part of me guessed this was where we were going the longer we drove, but I didn’t want to tell Trent and spoil the surprise. He looks so intense in his navy blue suit, his hair swept, his face clean shaven and strong.
He smirks at me as he brings the car to a stop.
“What do you think?”
Tears brim in my eyes and I blink them away, feeling silly. But I’ve been tough and hard for so long. All during mom’s illness, I had to make myself cold and capable and not let myself feel too deeply anything she said.
But now emotion barrels into me.
There’s a raised wooden platform in the center of the clearing, off to the side from the cabin, with white fairy lights blinking around the wooden railing. A table sits in the center of the scene, bright and glistening, magical in the shimmering candlelight. A path of rose petals leads from where we’re parked to the platform, bordered by red lights that enhance their beauty.
“When did you have time to do this?” I gasp.
He chuckles, and there’s confidence and pride in the sound, and a million other emotions I can read because he’s mine as much as I’m his.
“Wait,” I say. “You’re a SEAL. Of course, you know how to get things done.”
He reaches over and brushes warm tears from my cheeks, smoothing his hand down and rubbing my back. His fingertips leave a tantalizing trail of sensation, dancing
