A disbelieving laugh fell from her plush pink lips. It took everything in my power not to groan at the image of how perfect they’d look wrapped around my cock.
“How about never? That sound good?”
Aw, she thinks she can fight this. My Kitten is so cute.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
She tried to step through the doorway, but I barred her exit by throwing an arm out to block her path.
Bringing my lips to her ear, I promised, “This isn’t over.”
Her next words were clipped. “Let. Me. Pass.”
Dropping my arm, I turned sideways, creating more room for her to leave. She could say whatever she wanted; I already knew how this was going to end. She might be the cat, but I was a dogwith a bone. Nothing was going to get in the way of making her mine.
I propped my hip against the wall as I watched her walk up to my new DMV buddy at the counter, Vince. She pulled paperwork from her purse and handed it over. Stepping to the screen in the corner, she allowed her picture to be taken, tapping her foot. Her impatience could be felt from across the room as she waited for their business to conclude.
Suddenly, her body jolted, and she reached into the back pocket of her tight jeans to grab her phone. The color drained from her face as she read whatever message she must have received. Without a word, she rushed out the door like her ass was on fire.
And damn, if I didn’t enjoy the view of that lush ass swaying as I tracked her movements through the glass and into the parking lot.
There she goes—the mother of my future children.
“Ma’am?” Vince called out, brow furrowing as he returned to the counter.
Curious, I stepped forward. “Problem?”
Vince startled, placing a hand to his chest. Eyes flitting around the room, he swallowed. “The woman from earlier. Did you happen see where she went? I have her license.”
There was fate again, stepping in and making it so I didn’t have to waste any time in tracking down my girl.
“She had urgent business to attend to.” I held out my hand. “I can make sure she gets it.”
Vince frowned, uncertainty filtering into his voice. “I don’t know . . .”
“I would hate to see those tickets disappear.” I kept my tone casual, but the threat was there all the same.
Eyes squeezing shut, Vince sighed, relinquishing the license. “Fine.”
“Good man.” I rapped my knuckles on the counter before walking away.
I didn’t let myself peek at the laminated card until I was alone inside the tight confines of my sports car.
When I did, my eyebrows rose nearly to my hairline.
Well, fuck me. Miss Gemma Bellini wasn’t a girl. She was a woman.
At thirty-seven, that made her nine years older than me. I wasn’t bothered by this discovery—age was just a number—but I was surprised because she didn’t look a day over thirty.
Gemma. I said her name aloud a few times, loving the sound of it rolling off my tongue.
It suited her. Diamonds were known to be the hardest material on earth, but damn, were they brilliantly beautiful and highly valued. Just like my girl—no, my woman.
My excitement grew as I scanned her address. I knew exactly where she lived—a quaint little section of townhouses in the next town over from my new house.
And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure she got her fresh off-the-press driver’s license?
Chapter 4
