Here's an excerpt from Wanted by Kimberly Knight
Brandon turned to me again and glared. I wasn’t trying to cross a line but was he really going to sit there, telling me his sex life was boring before me?
“I can’t believe we are having this conversation. Yes, Christy and I slept together, but like I told you repeatedly, we weren’t compatible.”
“So why did you stay with her for so long?” I quickly regretted my question. I didn’t want to fight with Brandon about this. We were going home and packing for Texas. I just wanted to light a fire, cook dinner, get in our PJs, give him his present, and snuggle on the couch watching a movie until it was time for bed.
We stopped at a red light and Brandon turned to me, giving me that glare again. I hated the glare; I wanted my smirk back. “I don’t know. I guess I was just passing the time until I found you. Christy and I didn’t have what you and I have, Babe. You’re my something special.”
And then my heart stopped. I knew he loved me and I loved him with all my heart, but to actually hear him call me his “something special” made me want to jump in his lap and never leave. Unfortunately, we were in the car and in San Francisco traffic. I met my urge halfway by grabbing his face with both my hands and bringing it to mine as I kissed him hard. Brandon’s hand brushed along the side of my face and in my hair and pushed my face harder into his.
The sound of the car horn behind us broke our kiss. I leaned back into my seat as Brandon started to drive again. “Sorry, let’s forget this conversation,” I said.
“Deal.” And just like that, my smirk was back.
We drove the last few blocks to our house. As we approached our house, I noticed a black car that I had never seen before sitting in the driveway. The closer we got the more details I noticed – like that it was a BMW and had a red bow on it. I turned my head to look questioningly at Brandon with wide eyes as he parked behind the Bimmer in the one car driveway.
“What’s that?” I asked as Brandon put the Range Rover in park.
“Well I couldn’t bring it on the plane tomorrow,” he said laughing.
“Is that…that’s not for me, is it?”
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