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and intimate that it stopped Val mid-tirade.
Her deep brown eyes registered her shock, but also registered something else. If he followed his instincts, he and Val wouldn’t be standing there for much longer.
“Why did you do that?” Val questioned in a quiet voice, reaching up to touch her lip where Jones had stroked.
The simple move broke him, and he snaked his arm out and encircled her waist, pulling her into his chest. Jones lowered his head, fitting his lips to Val’s sensuous mouth, and kissed her. He couldn’t have stopped himself. He couldn’t remember if he had imagined her mouth tasting like that, or if he had dreamt it, but it was almost more than he had conceived. Her lips were soft and inviting, moving against his of their own accord. She tasted divine!
He stopped kissing her reluctantly, saying, “Sorry, Val. I don’t know what came over me. But I hope you don’t mind because I'm going to do it again.”
He then lowered his mouth over hers. Jones could feel her gently pushing on his shoulders, and he raised his head, looking at her enquiringly, asking, “What?”
“I still need to go out,” she reminded him.
“Look, Val. I didn’t want to bring this up, but you pushed me.” He told her, holding her against his chest, “The other day scared me. I want to rip that bastard’s head off, and until I do, I can’t imagine you going anywhere; not to work, not even outside of this apartment. I can’t be with you all the time, and I don’t trust anyone to look after you the way that I want you looked after.”
“But-” Val stammered.
“No buts! I never believed in love at first sight, I always thought it was a load of bull. But that day I met you, I fell in love with you, and it’s only growing stronger.” His confession left Val speechless as he went on, “You couldn’t possibly want to see a grown man cry, which is what will happen if I have to let you out of my sight.”
Val reached up and touched the side of his face, the stubble causing friction against her smooth palm. “You have to let me out sooner or later. Cabin fever is real.”
Jones laughed, “Babe, no amount of cabin fever could make me change my mind. You have to know I make no excuses for the way I am.”
“Please? I'm going crazy,” she told him, holding her head between her hands and rocking from side to side.
“Nice try, but I can’t let you out. Maybe tomorrow… or the day after,” he told her jokingly.
“Are you for real?” Val asked in shock.
Jones noticed that she had avoided what he’d told her about falling for her, but he didn’t mind; there was still time.
His face registered how serious he was, causing Val to sigh in resignation. “Okay. If you won't let me out alone, at least, take me to work, you can take me and pick me up. That way, I'm where you left me and I’ll wait. Please?” Her beautiful lips pouted as she pleaded.
Jones seemed to think about her suggestion. “You won’t leave until I get there to pick you up?”
“Not a step,” she returned hopefully.
“You have five minutes to get ready.”
“Yay!” she screamed, leaping into his arms and kissing him quickly, “Thank you for being so understanding.”
“Please, baby, don’t make me regret it, okay?” he warned her.
Jones didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one little bit, but he couldn’t keep her hostage indefinitely. There were Geneva Conventions limiting his right to keep her hostage, even if it was out of his love and desire for her and his need to protect what belonged to him. Val belonged with him, and he wouldn’t let an ex-boyfriend touch her again, not while he breathed.
He wasn’t thinking of anything except trying to keep her safe. He had no idea when she stopped being plain old Val and became his one light in the world, and he didn’t want anyone to turn out his light. He needed it to see, to believe, to function. Jones couldn’t remember a time before Val. She had fit so snugly into his
Her deep brown eyes registered her shock, but also registered something else. If he followed his instincts, he and Val wouldn’t be standing there for much longer.
“Why did you do that?” Val questioned in a quiet voice, reaching up to touch her lip where Jones had stroked.
The simple move broke him, and he snaked his arm out and encircled her waist, pulling her into his chest. Jones lowered his head, fitting his lips to Val’s sensuous mouth, and kissed her. He couldn’t have stopped himself. He couldn’t remember if he had imagined her mouth tasting like that, or if he had dreamt it, but it was almost more than he had conceived. Her lips were soft and inviting, moving against his of their own accord. She tasted divine!
He stopped kissing her reluctantly, saying, “Sorry, Val. I don’t know what came over me. But I hope you don’t mind because I'm going to do it again.”
He then lowered his mouth over hers. Jones could feel her gently pushing on his shoulders, and he raised his head, looking at her enquiringly, asking, “What?”
“I still need to go out,” she reminded him.
“Look, Val. I didn’t want to bring this up, but you pushed me.” He told her, holding her against his chest, “The other day scared me. I want to rip that bastard’s head off, and until I do, I can’t imagine you going anywhere; not to work, not even outside of this apartment. I can’t be with you all the time, and I don’t trust anyone to look after you the way that I want you looked after.”
“But-” Val stammered.
“No buts! I never believed in love at first sight, I always thought it was a load of bull. But that day I met you, I fell in love with you, and it’s only growing stronger.” His confession left Val speechless as he went on, “You couldn’t possibly want to see a grown man cry, which is what will happen if I have to let you out of my sight.”
Val reached up and touched the side of his face, the stubble causing friction against her smooth palm. “You have to let me out sooner or later. Cabin fever is real.”
Jones laughed, “Babe, no amount of cabin fever could make me change my mind. You have to know I make no excuses for the way I am.”
“Please? I'm going crazy,” she told him, holding her head between her hands and rocking from side to side.
“Nice try, but I can’t let you out. Maybe tomorrow… or the day after,” he told her jokingly.
“Are you for real?” Val asked in shock.
Jones noticed that she had avoided what he’d told her about falling for her, but he didn’t mind; there was still time.
His face registered how serious he was, causing Val to sigh in resignation. “Okay. If you won't let me out alone, at least, take me to work, you can take me and pick me up. That way, I'm where you left me and I’ll wait. Please?” Her beautiful lips pouted as she pleaded.
Jones seemed to think about her suggestion. “You won’t leave until I get there to pick you up?”
“Not a step,” she returned hopefully.
“You have five minutes to get ready.”
“Yay!” she screamed, leaping into his arms and kissing him quickly, “Thank you for being so understanding.”
“Please, baby, don’t make me regret it, okay?” he warned her.
Jones didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one little bit, but he couldn’t keep her hostage indefinitely. There were Geneva Conventions limiting his right to keep her hostage, even if it was out of his love and desire for her and his need to protect what belonged to him. Val belonged with him, and he wouldn’t let an ex-boyfriend touch her again, not while he breathed.
He wasn’t thinking of anything except trying to keep her safe. He had no idea when she stopped being plain old Val and became his one light in the world, and he didn’t want anyone to turn out his light. He needed it to see, to believe, to function. Jones couldn’t remember a time before Val. She had fit so snugly into his
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