An Adorable Rascal Has My Heart.

Chapter Eleven: An Adorable Rascal Has My Heart.

I felt his hand stroke my cheek lightly and my heart missed a beat. Then he pulled me into his arms.

“I love you.” He said in a rush and my world froze around me.

“WHAT? I …” Oh hell, what had he JUST said? Rewind. Did he just said he love me? And before I could say anything at all his lips touched mine.

SHOCK. That was what I felt when he kissed me, till my freaking toes.

“Don’t say anything baby just let me love you.” He whispered against my lips and I shuddered.

God, he loved me. HE loved ME.

When the meaning sunk in a giggle escaped me. I pushed at Chris and he staggered back.

“You love me?” I demanded, happiness was flowing through my every vein.

“That’s what I said.” He replied, he sounded nervous. If only he KNEW how much I wanted him to say that.

“I love you, too.” I all but shouted at him and then I flung myself in his arms, Chris staggered. Again, I laughed.

“Nervous much.” I taunted and then wound my arms around his neck.

“You do?” He questioned, he sounded so dazed, and I gave him my most dazzling smile and then kissed him … hard.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He whispered.

Oh lord, thank-you. Thank-you.

“Chris …” He stopped me with a kiss, I was so happy, so happy.

He was kissing me so passionately, so lovingly.

“Oh god.” He breathed when he came up for air. I was almost pasted to him and never wanted to let go. NEVER.

He was mine … all mine … for-freaking-ever.

“Caramel …” He started saying but I interrupted.

“Shut up! Just kiss me and leave me breathless.” I said and he looked shocked. Then a seductive smile came to his face and he pulled my mouth to his.

“Oh lord, I’m starved for you, all those times when you’ll stop me after a kiss and I would be forced to stand under a cold shower.”  He whispered against my lips laughing softly.

Hells bells, this is where I belong in his arms.  For the rest of my life, small currents were flowing through me making my toes tingle and my head spin.

Chris lightly kissed the side of my neck and caressed my waist. He went up and bit my ear lobe gently, making my heart beat reach the sky.

“I love you.” He said in my ear and his words imprinted on my heart. I gasped when he pushed me against the wall.

“It’s my turn.” I said kissing the side of his jaw, slowly trailing the kisses to his ear.

I blew in his ear and Chris groaned.

“I love you, too.” I whispered. He pulled me even closer to him.

“If you do that again, I’m flinging you on the damned bed.” He growled.

“Who’s stopping you.” I whispered again, for a minute I couldn’t even believe that I was saying all these things to him.

But I was aching … literally. For his touch. His love.

His mouth brushed against my bruised lips again and his palm slid over my hot skin.

His hand gently moved down and brushed my breasts, I shuddered against his touch, his fingers found the small buttons of my dress and then in the next instant it was lying on the floor.