“I mean, hold all of Georgia’s calls! She’ll be too busy ri—”
I reached out, covering his mouth.
He laughed against my palm. His finger smashed against the elevator call button, practically breaking the down option.
He didn’t waste any time, getting us on and off the elevator in what felt like seconds.
And then we were at his car, Frank opening the door.
Kline tossed me into the back, moving in beside me and telling his driver to get us to his apartment. He was itching with impatience, adding, “And don’t worry about the cops. Just gun it. I’ll cover the speeding tickets.”
I loved that he was that anxious to get me alone in his bed. I loved that he was willing to put everything on the line to prove to me he was the man I had originally thought he was. I loved that he had proposed. I loved that he had carried me out of the office like a man possessed.
I loved him. God, I loved him.
I was so far gone on this man, I felt drunk from it.
I moved over to him, straddling his thighs, gripping his shoulders.
His eyebrows rose, blue eyes twinkling with intrigue.
“I can’t wait,” I whispered against his lips. “I need you. Right. Now.” My finger found the button for the privacy window, shutting it before Kline could refuse.
It was just the two of us in the back seat, Frank’s eyes in the rearview mirror no longer visible.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” Kline’s hands found their way to the hem of my skirt, moving it up my thighs and over my hips. “I was afraid we’d never be here again.”
“I’ve missed this too. I missed you so much.”
His heady gaze moved up my body until they found mine again. “You’re going to marry me?”
I nodded.
“You’re going to move in with me?”
I nodded again, smiling this time.
His cock grew hard and strained beneath me.
“You mean, I get you, every day, for the rest of my life?”
“Yes,” I said, a giddy laugh bubbling up from my throat.
“I get live-in Georgia. And beautiful, sleepy Georgia waking up next to me. And singing in the shower Georgia. And dancing around my kitchen Georgia,” he rambled, eyes bright with excitement and adoration. “And I get—”
I stopped him with my lips, pressing my mouth urgently against his.
We kissed until we were out of breath, our bodies instinctively moving against one another.
“Baby,” he moaned into my mouth. “Not here. Not like this. I want you in our bed.” But he didn’t stop kissing me, his perfect lips never leaving mine.
Our bed. I smiled, unable to control the love I had for this man.
He chuckled, pulling back to look at me.
“What?” I asked, a crazy, ridiculous smile still consuming my face.
“I love it when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Smile while I’m kissing you. It’s like you’re too happy to control it.”
“I am.” My cheeks burned, the goofy grin still intact.
He kissed my nose. “It’s like I’m kissing a jack-o’-lantern.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You calling me a pumpkin?”
“Yes.” His teeth found my bottom lip, tugging gently. “Baby…Georgie…Benny…pumpkin. Mine. All fucking mine.”
“Oh, no,” I groaned, head falling back in defeat. “Not another nickname.”
“Get used to it.” He laughed, his tongue soothing the bite. “Remember? I’m Big-dicked Brooks, baby. And I’ll call you whatever I want while I’m driving you crazy with my fingers…my mouth…my cock.”
And then I was moaning. My eyes rolled back as he kissed down my jaw and sucked at the skin on my neck.
“God, Kline, I ache. I ache so bad right now,” I whimpered when his hands slid up my thighs, fingers sliding my underwear to the side.
“Don’t worry, soon-to-be Mrs. Brooks.” I felt his grin against my skin. “It might hurt, but I’ll always make sure it only hurts good.”
“Wheorgie, we need to go!” I exclaimed, grabbing our bouquets from the table and moving toward the door. We were sitting in the bridal suite, waiting for the ceremony to begin.
“Pretty sure you shouldn’t be calling me Wheorgie on my wedding day,” she retorted, her eyes still focused on the paper towel her pen was quickly scrawling across.
I stomped my heel, my flower-filled hand going straight to my hip. “Well, you’re being a bit of a Wheorgie, considering you’re going to be late for your big bridal entrance.”
She held up one finger. “Hold on, I have to finish these.”
I walked back over to her, glancing down at what she was writing.
“For real? You’re writing your vows…like, three minutes before you’re supposed to walk down the aisle?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m writing Kline’s vows.”
“He’s too lazy to write his own vows?”
Talk about a broke-ass motherfucker, having his bride write his vows.
“No, we’re writing each other’s vows.”
Oh, never mind.
“God, you guys are so cute that it literally makes me throw up a little in my mouth.”
“Ew.” She scrunched her nose. “Stop being so gross on my wedding day.”