Page 30 of He Will Come for Me

Stepping closer to him, I give into temptation and rub my finger over his wedding band. Phoenix shifts, so I lift my eyes to his face again and catch him staring up at me with hooded eyes.My breath catches in my throat, but he doesn’t say anything, simply watches me.

He looks exhausted. I wonder what time he got in. Licking my lips, his eyes drop to my mouth and heat begins to simmer in my belly. On instinct, I step between his spread legs; he sits up slightly, extending his hands to touch the back of my thighs. He doesn’t do anything else, simply keeps his hands there, letting me decide what will happen next.

Taking a deep breath, I put one knee on the chair and bring my other knee to the other side of him, straddling his lap. He scoots up further and slides his hands to my ass. This time he squeezes once, but that’s all he does.

I sit on his upper thighs and we stare at each other. “Are you my husband?” I whisper.

Relief washes over his face, and his shoulders relax a little. Like he’s been carrying a weight that was too heavy for him.

“I am.” His voice is rough with emotion. I lean forward and place my forehead against his.

“I had a memory. It was short, but you called me Mrs. Stone.” One hand slides from my ass up my spine, leaving goosebumps along the way, and ends up holding the back of my head. His hand grips some of my hair, then his other hand pushes me so I’m flush against him.

I gasp, my breath washing over his lips. “I’m Mrs. Stone,” I say in disbelief.

“You are.” Phoenix leans up and captures my mouth with his. He nips at my bottom lip, then runs his tongue over it, soothing the bite. He sits up completely, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me as close as physically possible without him being inside me.

I open my mouth in an invitation, and he doesn’t hesitate. His tongue flicks against mine, staking his claim, as his strokes become more demanding; all-consuming. One hand in my hair,the other slips under my nightshirt, rubbing along my spine and holding me even tighter. The spark I’ve felt for weeks now catches fire and becomes an inferno.

I rock against him, needing friction. His erection rubs against my pussy, and I moan into his mouth. He spreads his hand out along my back, his fingers wrapping slightly around my side, just a breath away from the side of my breast.

Need, desire, lust gather in my stomach and an insistent ache begins in my core. I wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers through the back of his hair, trying to get closer.

His hand trails back down my spine, to my ass, and grips my thigh. He stands in one fluent motion and I wrap my legs around him tightly as he walks us to the bed and lays me down on it gently. My pulse pounds in my ears as he climbs on top of me.

I have so many questions, but they flew out of my brain the moment his hands landed on my ass. He rocks against me and a whimper escapes me.

“McKenzie.” His voice is like sandpaper as he reaches behind him to where my feet are still linked behind him. He grasps one of my ankles lightly and rubs the palm of his hand up my calf, to my thigh. He grips it tightly and rocks against me again.

“Phoenix.” His name is ripped out of my chest. I could come just from this. He places his left hand on the bed beside my head and rubs his cloth covered dick against my covered pussy.

His mouth lands on mine again, kissing me deep, his tongue stroking mine and causing a deep shudder of need to rip through my body. I claw at his back as he moves his mouth from mine and peppers my jaw with kisses, followed closely by flicks of his tongue.

I arch against him as the need in me crescendos to an ache so deep; I know if he doesn’t do something soon, I may combust. There’s a knock on the bedroom door, making me want to scream. He doesn’t move right away. In fact, his lips find my earand he nips at it before his lips find a sensitive spot on my throat I wasn’t aware existed, but he probably knows my body.

And he’s proving it as he latches on to that spot. I cling to him, hoping whoever is at the door will take a hint and go away.

There’s another knock on the door, and this time I groan in frustration. “Mr. Stone, she’s awake.” I freeze at that sentence.

Phoenix stops his assault on my throat as he lifts his head slowly. I let my legs fall from his waist to the bed and push myself back into the mattress so I can get a better look at his face.

“Who’s awake?” I ask. He sighs deeply.

“Anna.”

Chapter 14

Phoenix climbs off the bed slowly, adjusting his erection and walks to the door, swinging it open. I scramble to a sitting position, horrified that I must look completely debauched. And Phoenix isn’t doing anything to hide the outline of his cock against his pajama pants.

Rex looks from Phoenix to me, then back to Phoenix. Worry is etched all over his face, the two wrinkles between his eyebrows more pronounced than they usually are. “Sorry to disturb you, but you told me to let you know when she’s awake.”

Phoenix runs his hand over his jaw. “You don’t have to apologize.” He motions for me. “Come on.”

I get up slowly, grabbing the robe off the back of the door and putting it on. We walk out into the hallway and Rex is already atthe stairs. Phoenix goes into his room and comes out pulling on a T-shirt.

I bite my lip as his skin slowly disappears. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me toward the stairs. As we descend, my thoughts turn to Anna.She’s here in his house. Our house?We walk through the living room, to the kitchen, through the kitchen to another hallway I’m sure Clara showed me on the tour she took me on all those months ago.

Clara stands at an open door I’m assuming is Anna’s room.

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