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She gazes up at me with wide brown eyes.
“This has to be a trauma response,” she says.
I laugh. “It’s called going on an adventure. Nothing traumatic about it…”
I run my thumb over Joslin’s pretty lips. “Nothing bad will ever happen to you again as long as you’re mine.”
She leans against my chest and my dick gets impossibly hard, making it difficult not to touch her ass. My hands move over her hips and as Joslin moves closer to me, slowing down so her body can fit in the right grooves of my body, every part of me craves her.
Gripping her chin between two fingers, I tilt Joslin’s lips up so I can kiss them. Those sweet, succulent lips are such a deep, dark color that I want to suck and lick them just as much as I want to kiss them. Her lips are so damn full that I don’t want to act right with them. My grip on her chin tightens as I imagine her lips around my cock.
My heart pounds.
It’s so damn tempting. It’s better if we wait. It’s what I promised her. But fuck… her lips. I kiss Joslin again, sucking on her lower lip after a long, deep kiss that’s nearly impossible to pull away from.
“I want to marry you, Joslin.”
“How do we do that?” She says. “You haven’t been married before and my first marriage was… different. Plus. I’m legally dead.”
Those concerns are all minor. Easy to iron out with some money if you know the right people out West. Plenty of folks come over the border that need papers.
“What do you think about Sedona, Arizona?”
“I think you have a problem bringing me to Arizona over and over again when it’s dangerous.”
“My twin brother said you were too classy for Vegas.”
Joslin bites her lip,clearly trying not to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“I appreciate the sentiment,” she says. “But… after the hell I went through with my church, I started dreaming hard about a Vegas wedding. No frills. Just me, a man who loved me and… well, in your case, we can leave the liquor out of it.”
“Since when are you in favor of liquor?”
“I was until I met you,” she says. “You’re more of a drunk.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re going to change,” she says, planting a kiss on my lips of her own volition. “I believe it.”
“Why the hell would you believe such a crazy fucking thing?”
“Because, cowboy,” Joslin says. “You went to prison, and you must have done some messed up things, but you have gone out of your way to protect me from my past and keep me alive. No one has ever done that for me before.”
“You deservethat and the entire fucking planet,” I whisper. “So what do you say? Fuck everything and head to Vegas?”
She turns red as she says the f-word.
“Fuck everything and head to Vegas,” she says. “Let’s do it.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
JOSLIN
The old Joslin died the night I killed my husband. I didn’t know who I was when I stumbled out into the middle of the desert. For all I know, the old Joslin burned up in the desert sun. For all I know, she really is dead and this reborn Joslin doesn’t feel like anyone I ever met before.
She killed the man who abused her, she refused to return to the mother who never put herself first, and she’s about to ride off on the back of a mad man’s motorcycle…