“Excuse me, sir?”
I was straight up, going to kill the young punk who was knocking on the glass of my half-open window. Who did this punk think he was, interrupting my first taste of my promised?
“Uh, sir? I have to keep the line moving. Do you have your ticket?”
I turned my head and glared at the kid, well aware my eyes were likely red, amped as I was.
She smelled so good. having her this close and not being able to claim her was the sweetest kind of torture. I was surprised my dick hadn’t punched a hole through my pants yet.
I stared at the punk. Not sure who the hell thought it was a good idea to bring back the mullet, but I wanted to grab this kid by the party in the back tail he had and toss his ass far away from me and my mate.
I didn’t, of course. Harming humans was not something any super should ever do.
“Hey, Georgie,” Penelope said, leaning her head to the side and addressing the teenaged boy. “Check the ticket list for the name Leeds. He ordered online,” she told him.
“Okay, yeah,” Georgie replied, nodding his head. “You’re all good!”
Mullet boy gave us a thumbs up and I adjusted myself in my pants before stepping on the gas.
“Thank you for taking care of that, Sugar. I think I forgot how to talk,” I teased, holding her left hand with my right one as I drove the truck to the back of the lot.
“Yeah, that kiss was, well, it was nice,” she whispered, and ducked her head.
So fucking cute.
“I was serious about what I said, Sugar. I knew the second I walked into your bakery that you and me were gonna happen. By the way, those cupcakes were fucking delicious. I can’t wait to have them again.”
“Cocky much?” she snorted, and I just smiled even wider.
This woman made my Devil preen and my cock hard just by being near me.
I wanted her so damn badly. But she was my mate.
My promised one.
Not some chick I was going to bang and leave right after.
Plus, she was a normal.
Penelope didn’t know she was mine. Humans moved a lot slower than supes, especially when it came to finding the one.
Oh, I planned on proving it to her. But I had to take it slow.
“Thank you for the compliment on my cupcakes,” she whispered.
I glanced over to see her cheeks had deepened to a dusky rose color.
Goddamn.
She was so beautiful. Delicate, fragile, even though I was sure she’d had to be strong throughout her life.
A woman running her own business, going through a divorce, and keeping her head up like that was unique. Powerful. And I admired the hell out of her for it.
“It’s no hardship to compliment you when it’s the truth, Sugarplum,” I murmured.
Penelope pressed her pouty little lips together and wiggled her sweet ass on top of my passenger seat, trying to get comfy or to shake off that note of embarrassment I scented from her.
Sweet, sexy woman.
She wasn’t used to compliments. But I was going to fix that. I was going to shower her with them daily until she believed every word I said.
Her cinnamon scented musk filled my nostrils. And that sealed it. No one else was sitting in that spot ever again.
My cock responded immediately, going hard as steel.
The damned thing tried to punch a hole through my pants, and I was hard pressed not to reach down and give myself a good long squeeze.
Was it getting hard to breathe in here?
“I just want you to know, Max, that I’m glad you did. Asked me out, I mean,” she said, and my heart soared at that small victory.
“You listen to me very closely now. Earlier you asked me not to play with you, and I won’t. That is, I’m not,” I began.
“Good. I appreciate that,” she interrupted.
“But make no mistake, Sugar. I have every intention of using every single move I have and maybe borrowing a few just to make sure I woo you the way you deserve to be wooed, Penelope Abruzzi,” I growled as I shifted the truck into park.
“You’re facing the wrong way,” she said, but I had plans she didn’t know about.
I just grinned and clicked a button on the center console, tucking it away and sliding the hidden seat cover atop it, making a bench out of the front of the truck.
Then I unbuckled both our seatbelts and reached out to cup the back of her neck with one hand, and her hip with my other, sliding her across the space.
I didn’t stop until our faces were mere inches apart and I could see the specks of gold dancing in her brown velvet eyes.
“Why?” she whispered.
That one worded question could have meant a million things, but I knew instinctively what she was asking me.
My Devil growled, scratching at my skin to change and claim her now.
Not yet. Patience.
“Because I plan to make you mine, Sugarplum. I’m going to prove to you just how serious I am starting right now,” I said, then slammed my mouth to hers.