The next morning, Flint stepped up behind Kendra, who was brushing her teeth at the bathroom sink. He wrapped his strong arms around her and leaned down to nuzzle her neck.
He breathed in deeply. “You smell good,” he murmured into her ear.
Kendra laughed and rinsed out her toothbrush. “Like mint?” she replied. She caught his eyes in the mirror and stilled for a moment. Good Lord! She could get used to this - sharing bathroom space with Flint in the morning after a night of hot sex. His black hair was tousled where she’d run her hands through it so many times she’d lost count.
She would never tire of touching him, of running her hands over his hard tattooed muscles. Not even in a million years. Being with a man like Flint could be dangerously addictive, and that thought scared the hell out of her.
“Kendra?” he said, his tone suddenly serious.
He pushed the thick hair off her neck and kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Do you want to be my girl?” he asked.
Kendra smiled teasingly at him in the mirror. “Your girl? You mean like in sixth grade, want to go steady sort of thing?”
Flint nibbled on her ear. “Sort of.”
Kendra leaned back into him and wrapped her arms around his. “I’ll admit I haven’t been active in the dating scene much in the past few years, but don’t couples usually date awhile first? You know, go out on a few dates, then eventually get around to talking about being in a monogamous relationship and only dating each other?”
“Probably,” Flint replied. “I suspect that would be how other people would do it.”
Kendra lifted her eyebrows. “And we’re not like other people?”
Flint turned her around in his arms so she was facing him. “I think you already know we’re definitely not like other people. I realize this is sudden and crazy fast. All I know is that the thought of you being with another man, like you were with me last night makes me feel...” He hesitated for the right word before finding it. “Murderous.”
He placed his forehead against hers and slid his hands down to cup her ass. “So I’m asking you again,” he said. “Will you be my girl?”
Kendra slid her hands up his chest and traced the beginnings of the tattoo on his shoulders. “What exactly does that mean? Your girl? I need more clarification.”
Flint laughed, the deep rumbling vibrating against her breasts. “It means it will be you and me, darling. Just you and me. You would be my girl and I would be your guy.” He placed a slow, warm kiss on her lips. “Your only guy,” he added for emphasis.
Damn, how she liked the sound of that. Flint. Her guy.
It was weird how her whole world had changed in a weekend. She’d spent a lifetime being the good girl, the responsible girl who made the best grades and worked harder than everyone else. Never letting go or being free with her actions because of how other people might look at her or disapprove.
She needed something wild and crazy to shake up her comfortable and boring life.
She wanted to live, and more importantly, to feel alive.
She wanted Flint. And even more than that, deep down Kendra realized she needed him.
“How do you see this working out between us?” she asked, still a tad unsure and hesitant. “You have to admit our lives are so different. What about our families and our friends? How will we fit into each other’s lives?”
Flint shook his head slowly, rubbing his forehead against hers. “I don’t know, darling,” he replied honestly. “All I can tell you is that I play for keeps. All you have to do is trust in me and I will do whatever I have to do to make it work. Give us a chance. That’s all I’m asking.”
Kendra stared into his compelling eyes and realized that he meant every word. He was willing to try and by God, so was she.
Kendra placed her hands tenderly on both sides of his face. The green eyes that dazzled her from the very first instant looked back at her now, worried and waiting.
“I’ll be your girl,” she answered with a smile. “Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out.”