Chapter Thirty
She should know by now that I could never judge her. I’d taken pleasure from her telling me what had happened between the two of them.
Thinking about how she’d look withering beneath me had sent me over the edge, and for a moment I’d thought that she’d heard me. I’d been able to save face, claiming to choke on my coffee.
Sarah and I were end game.
She was it for me and I knew that when she got home, I’d get the chance to show her that she was it for me. I’d treat her how she deserved to be treated.
I had wanted to wait until after our date together, but hearing her beg me had been my undoing.
Her scent trapped in the front of my truck, making it hard to think about anything but taking her. The thought of claiming her had pushed me to the edge of control.
Her soft hand
