Page 73 of His Old Lady

Fear settled in her. She waited for him to get off her and leave. That's what had happened before. He always left.

His lips settled on her ear. "I have never needed inside someone the way I have with you."

"Please, don't leave me," she whispered, unable to breathe.

"You don't know what you're asking."

"I do."

"You don't." He growled. "If I take you..."

"Please." Her body stiffened underneath him. "Curley, please. I've given you my life since I was seventeen years old. I've never once asked you for anything. Stop fighting it. Stop fighting me. I know you love me. You have to love me. You wouldn't fight me so hard if you wanted to get rid of me."

God, she hoped her heart was telling her the right thing to say. If she was wrong and she'd loved him from afar for a lifetime, and he never loved her back, how would she ever go on without him?

"If I take you. I'm taking you in front of everyone, and you're going to sleep in my bed. Every fucking night. And, so help me, if you get hurt, all hell is going to break loose."

Relief washed over her. She was willing to do anything.

"There's no going back, Faye. No matter what happens. No matter what anyone says or does to us," he whispered, linking his hands with hers. "You're my old lady."

She nodded, afraid to speak, and have him change his mind.