Imperfect Penelope (Wild Crush) (19 page)

Eventually, Greg came up for air, and Penny missed his kiss immediately, thinking in that moment that air was pretty overrated. He still had her face framed in his hands and he looked at her with love and relief and pure happiness swirling around in eyes that crinkled at the corners. “I was coming home tomorrow. You could have spoken to me then and saved yourself the trip.”

Home. He thought of Leyton’s Headland as home, despite the grandeur of this place they were in. The thought made Penny smile. “Now is better, because you’re wearing a tux, and I wouldn’t have wanted to miss that.”

“Yes, now is better,” he agreed, his grin turning cocky. “Because you chased me halfway across the state to tell me you loved me, and I did enjoy that.”

Penny rolled her eyes. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“I’m going to remind you every anniversary.”

Her heart went pitty-pat. “Anniversary?”

“I’m a goal-oriented man, Penny. You know this.”

Her heart was practically convulsing, but she knew she had to admit something before she let the very serious gleam in his eye derail her. She touched his face, held his gaze. “I shouldn’t have said what I did about wanting to get married. No stupid wedding is as important as the person you’re with, and all I want is to be with you.”

“And I you.” He turned his head and planted a kiss on her palm. “And you ought to know that I intend to be with you too. I want us to have a relationship, and by that I mean I want to be in your life, and I want you to be in mine.”

The thought of sharing her life with Greg, of being included in his, was so wonderful that tears welled in Penny’s eyes. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“That’ll do for the moment. After an appropriate length of time I’d like us to move in together, because I’ve come to hate sleeping without you, Penny.”

She’d
detested
spending the last two nights without him by her side too. “What is an appropriate length of time before cohabitation takes place these days?” she asked, smiling at his impatience, which was thoroughly adorable.

“Three days.”

Penny laughed. Greg did too, and swooped down to kiss her neck. Penny’s laugh petered out into a sigh of delight as his warm lips moved over her skin. His tongue licked over her pulse point, which throbbed excitedly at the sensuous contact. His hot kisses started tracing the neckline of her dress, brushing lightly over the slight swell of her breasts. Penny sank her fingers into Greg’s hair and arched her back.

“This dress has buttons down the front,” Greg noted, as he slipped two of them free of their buttonholes. “How convenient.”

“Hmm,” Penny hummed, her breath growing shallow as Greg slipped another button free, and another until the material parted and revealed her simple lace bra. Pushing up on the flat of his hands, Greg examined what he’d exposed with hot eyes, and his scrutiny was enough to make Penny’s nipples pebble and press against their lace covering.

He raised his eyes to hers, and Penny’s breath stilled at the determination, the possessiveness in his gold-brown irises. “You’re mine,” he growled. “This is real, and you’re mine.”

Penny bit her lip and nodded. “Yes. And you’re mine.”

He dipped his head and kissed her so thoroughly that Penny lost herself in him, and he in her, until their clothes were gone, and all remaining doubts were gone, and all that was left was the two of them. And right there on the expensive leather couch with jackets and dresses and shoes sprawled all around them, two became one.

* * *

Many hours later, Greg drew Penny close to him in bed, feeling more complete than he ever had in his life. A year ago he would never have predicted that this willowy, slightly off-center woman would end up being the right woman for him, but he knew she was, knew with every beat of a heart that throbbed and swelled and felt full and alive in his chest. He felt as though he’d finally come into himself, was at last heading towards becoming the man he was supposed to be.

“Greg, are you asleep?”

“No,” Greg answered, wondering how she’d react if he told her he didn’t want to sleep and miss a moment of feeling her naked and warm next to him. “You should be, though. We have a long drive ahead tomorrow.”

Eight hours of highway until they hit Leyton’s Headland. Until they got home.

“I can’t stop thinking about Bryan.” Greg had told her about their face-off at his house and their late-night drive to rehab. He’d told her that he thought Bryan had turned a corner this time, and he hoped to hell he was right. “I’m sorry you went through that. I’m sorry for the both of you.”

“It’s okay. He’s going to be okay.”

“I know, because you’ll help him.” Penny craned her head around so she could kiss him on the jaw. “You’re a wonderful man, Greg Danvers.”

“You’re pretty wonderful yourself.”

The fact she was lying here feeling sympathy for a man who hadn’t treated her well was proof of how forgiving and kind Penny was. Forgiving, kind, funny, generous, sassy and beautiful. How did he get so lucky? He cupped her jaw and kissed her, stroking her tongue with his and feeling the desire for her that always simmered beneath the surface flare to life once more. She melted into him, writhing until her ass rubbed against his rapidly swelling cock. Greg covered her breast with his hand, molding it in his palm until she whimpered.

“Wait,” she breathed. “Your mother’s home now.”

“This is a big house. She’s half a mile away.”

With that dismissal, Greg rolled onto his back and drew Penny with him until her knees were astride his and all that glorious skin was draped on top of him. Penny moaned, seeming to like what she was draped upon, because she rocked her hips into his and kissed the breath out of him. Greg gripped her hips, grinding into her, fully erect and more than worthy of the insatiable descriptor Penny had already used once this evening.

“Wait, wait,” Penny implored, dragging her mouth away from his. “I’m trying to talk to you, and you’re distracting me.”

“You like the way I distract you,” Greg said with absolute confidence as he lifted his head and drew her pointed nipple into his mouth.

“Dear Lord, yes, I do,” Penny said, arching her spine and feeding him her flesh for a few glorious moments before she pushed at his shoulder and forced him back into the pillows. “Greg…try not to be so goal-oriented for once and listen to me, please.”

He let out a sigh and put his libido on hold. For the moment. “Okay. Talk.”

In the moonlight that came in through the French doors, he saw her bite her lip. “I know you were joking earlier about us moving in together soon.”

Greg didn’t refute her, although he had certainly not been joking. He kept his own counsel though, because he didn’t want to get into a debate about the timeframe while he was this hard. It might distract her from the sex thing, and that simply wouldn’t do.

“But for the sake of argument, say things go well for us and we move in together someday, you ought to know something.” She looked very serious all of a sudden, and Greg’s heart stopped. “I would never abandon the cats.”

For a second Greg thought he’d misheard her. “You’re worried I don’t want to live with the cats?”

“You said you never wanted to get another pet.”

He’d said a lot of things—he’d said he’d never fall in love again, or want another relationship. He’d told himself he’d only allow himself one night with Penny, but that had been an impossible rule to follow. “Penny,” he said with mock seriousness. “Don’t you know by now that lawyers are full of crap?”

Penny rolled her eyes. “Not you.”

“Yep. Me too. Except when I say I love you. That you can believe, every time.” He skimmed his hands over her waist, looking deep into her eyes. “I love you, and I know you and those nutty felines are a package deal.”

Her lips eased into a smile, one that beamed bright enough to rival the moonlight. “If it makes it any easier, Maleficent likes you. She likes you more than me.”

“That’s hardly a high bar.”

“Still.” Penny grinned and kissed him on first one cheek, then the other. “You’re impossible not to love, lawyer man.”

His heart swelled with love for her. So did his dick, which was getting to a point of no return. Greg wound his arm around her back and pulled her close, deepening the kiss until she was breathless and needy, and they rolled together in the sheets, loving each other, and Greg knew that with Penny, he truly was the man he was supposed to be. A small-town lawyer, the part owner of three very unusual cats, and—one day—a doting, loving husband.

For he
was
going to ask Penny to marry him, when the time was right. After her family had gotten to know him and—pray to God—approved of him. He knew he and Penny would have a few kinks to iron out on the living-together front, what with them being very different and all, but iron them out they would. Or else they’d live in slightly rumpled chaos, and he’d learn to chill about dishes being left in the sink or cats reclining on the furniture.

In fact, that sounded perfect to him.

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Sami’s been a secretary, sales assistant, bartender, waitress, student, tutor, human resource manager and administration officer, but at heart she’s always been a writer. She enjoys creating emotional, sexy stories about the gorgeous, aggravating men who live in her head and the women who were made to steal them away from her.

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