Page 123 of His Wild Seduction

“Really, I am fine. Please see to my stubborn ass husband’s wound,” I said, angry and so over this man’s highhandedness.

“Sir?” the doctor asked.

“Fine,” Josef huffed, pulling off his shirt.

My mouth went dry.

Of course, I’d seen my husband’s body before. I knew every curve of muscle, every line of ink that covered his frame. But every time I saw him, he still took my breath away.

Goddamn.

He was right. It was only a flesh wound, a scratch really, but it still needed cleaning.

The doctor moved with precision and speed, both of which I appreciated because Josef looked like a coiled snake ready to strike.

He wrapped the wound, placed a waterproof seal over it, and gave him a shot of antibiotics.

“Here is some extra dressing, but it should heal shortly.”

“Thank you,” I told the doctor, since Josef didn’t look like he was going to.

He took an envelope full of cash out of a drawer I’d never noticed from the coffee table and handed it to the man.

Once he was gone, Josef turned to me. He took my hand, dragging me over to him, and the enormity of everything we’d just been through came crashing down on my shoulders.

A sob tore from my throat as I clutched at him, careful not to hurt him when I pressed myself to his naked chest.

But Josef was having none of that. He wrapped himself around me like an anaconda, and I reveled in the feeling.

“I’m sorry, Josef. I’m sorry I went there alone. I know you said wait?—”

“No. It’s on me. I failed. I failed, Baby. I am so sorry. It will never happen again.”

“Stop it. You didn’t fail. You saved me. You took a bullet for me,” I murmured, my heart stuttering in my chest when I realized I could have lost him.

I clung tighter. Kissing him everywhere I could reach. Josef moaned, kissing me back.

“Need you,” he whispered, brushing his lips over my cheeks, my nose, my chin, then my lips.

“Yes, yes, Josef,” I said, needing him just as much.

“Bedroom,” he growled.

He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I leaned back, watching him watch me with his soft whiskey colored eyes full of hunger and secret longings that I shared.

Christ. Jesus Christ. I love him so much.

I loved this man with every inch of my being. I never wanted to be apart from him.

I wanted to grow old in the shelter of his embrace. To live our lives in the fullest way.

I wanted his babies. I wanted his burdens. I wanted his happiness and his pain.

I wanted all of him.

“Meredith,” he whispered my name, dropping me gently onto the mattress.

Josef undressed me slowly and with care, kissing every piece of me revealed as he slid my clothes off one piece at a time.

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