Marry Me Mad by Katy Regnery

She stood on the sidewalk facing him, a sweet smile on her lips. 

Cort gestured to his front door with a flick of his chin. “Want to come in?”

“Yes. But we have to talk first.”

“What happened to ‘Take me to bed’?”

She sighed. “Fresh air cleared my head.”

He glanced down at his swollen cock, all but bursting against the zipper of his jeans. “I’m dying a little here, baby.”

Her eyes followed his, dancing with mirth when she looked back up at him. “So I see.”

“I’m not alone either,” he said, dropping his eyes to her nipples, which strained against her thin, billowy blouse.

“No,” she said, her voice slightly lower, her smile giving way to a hotter, more needy look. “You’re not.”

“So let’s talk inside.”

She shook her head no. “Here.”

Cort sighed, hitching her flowered bag a little higher on his shoulder, waiting for her to continue.

“No talking about Jax or Thatcher,” she said. “If you talk about Jax, I won’t be able to stay. I’ll feel too guilty. And if you talk about Thatcher, I’ll feel too angry. Promise?”

“I promise.”

She took a step closer to him. “And this one’s big…No falling in love with each other. We’re just about impossible, you and me, so we can’t—you know—bring that sort of emotion into this. We can enjoy each other, but that’s all, Cort. Promise.”

He flinched as she finished. He could feel the involuntary muscle reaction that narrowed his eyes and told him that it was too late. It was a lifetime too late to tell him not to love her, because he’d loved her for most of his life. Her gentleness, her quiet grace, the peace he’d always found in her presence now combined with the scorching chemistry between them that couldn’t be denied. Over and over again throughout his life, he’d looked for her, tried to find someone like her, but his heart had fixed on hers so long ago, it was all but impossible for him not to love her. The only way he could promise her was to promise not to “fall” this weekend, only because he’d already fallen years before.

“I promise not to fall.”

She smiled at him, though the smile had lost a bit of the lightheartedness it had held minutes earlier. “Do you need any promises from me?”

He nodded, closing the distance between them. “Yeah, I do.”

Her eyes widened, flaring with heat, the black of her pupils obliterating the green of her irises as she pressed her breasts against his chest.

“Promise to leave nothing on the table, Mad. Give me everything you’ve got for twenty-four hours.”

“Except…” Her voice broke. “Except my love. I promise.”

His heart clenched at her omission, and it made him want to push her out of her comfort zone a little. “Promise to touch me everywhere with your hot little mouth.”

“I promise,” she murmured, her throat moving as she swallowed.

His eyes narrowed. “Promise to open your legs so I can slide inside of you as if I’ve been doing it all my life.”

“Cort,” she whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as she looked down at where her chest heaved into his. “I need you.”