Devil's Dance
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"I don't know when it happened, but I love you.” He caressed her cheek. “I love your fire and your intelligence. Your passion. I love you, and I have no fucking idea what to do about it."
The look of desperation, of confusion in his eyes made her reach up and touch his brow, smoothing away some of the lines etching the skin. All the fight seeped out of her. Relationships confused her. Sex she understood, basic human desires she understood. When it came to emotions, her own emotions, she had no clue.
Luc dropped his forehead against hers. “What do you want to do about it?"
Make love to me, sweep me off my feet, stay with me. She made a mental note to beat the crap out of her subconscious once the situation was over.
He sighed. The sigh spoke volumes, like he held the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I want you to give us a chance at a real relationship."
Her heart skipped a beat. “And if I say no?"
"Then you are gonna find a stalker on your ass from now till infinity."
She gave him a wry look. “Don't jest about such things."
"I'm deadly serious."
Gulp.
"You're killing me here. Give me a chance. Give us a chance. Let me make it up to you. Put the kink aside. Give me time, and I know you could grow to love me, too."
Was that vulnerability etched all over his face? Yep, it sure was. She was a sucker for vulnerability. The ironic part was she already loved him. Total, flat out, full blown beating heart, head over heels in love. Now he offered all her secret desires on a platter.
Maybe it was time to fess up.
"I don't have to grow to love you,” she whispered. “I already do."
He titled his head and frowned as if he hadn't heard her right. He studied her face. She smiled at him. A broad smile that curled her lips that made her jaw ache and crinkled the skin around her eyes.
A slow smile replaced his frown. “Say what?"
"I love you."
The smile turned into a grin. “Say that again."
She thumped him lightly on the chest. “See, I knew this would happen. Dance with the devil, and you end up stroking his oversized ego."
He rolled his hips against hers. “Not the only thing that's oversized."
Tessa groaned at his bad pun.
Flipping onto his side, he rolled Tessa with him so she lay pressed against his chest. “Does this mean we're a couple?"
She reveled in the feel of him against her. Warm, solid, sexy as hell. A wicked grin tugged at her lips. Luc had a lot more groveling to do before she could forgive him. A hell of a lot. It was a cliché, but maybe love did conquer all.
Nah.
"This means we are a couple.” Deciding it was time to turn the tables on Luc, she straddled his waist and flashed him a wicked smile. “For now."
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