Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Wade
Dara smirks. “Excuse me?”
“Patience, Dara, is a virtue.”
Even if my own patience is wearing thin.
I almost growl the words out as I’m about to snap. This beautiful, sexy woman in my home, in my space, is more intoxicating than I even imagined.
“You’ll be fine.” That’s what I told myself. Apparently, I’m a liar now too because I am not fine. I’m two seconds from losing control, and as crazy as it is, I really don’t give a shit.
Dara is here. With me. After everything I’ve said, the vibes I’ve delivered—making her think that I don’t want to touch her, for the love of fuck, she’s still here. Trusting me. Wanting me.
I close my eyes to recenter myself.
I want her. Pretending that I don’t is a lost cause, and I have no idea how I’ll smooth this situation over.
My eyes open, and I see the little smirk on her lips.
“Well, I know what’s not gotten into me.”
I know what’s about to be, you frustratingly beautiful woman.