Page 19 of Say You're Mine

You're here," I gasp, clinging to him. "You're really here."

"I'm here, baby," he rumbles, his voice cracking on the endearment. "God, I missed you so much. Thought I was going to lose my mind without you."

I pull back just far enough to crash my lips to his, the kiss desperate and clumsy. He groans into my mouth, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of pain. I welcome the ache, the delicious proof that this is real, that he's really here in my arms.

"How?" I pant, breaking away. "How did you escape?"

"Pure fucking will," he rasps. "Nothing could keep me from you, Cara. Not those bastards at the facility, not my witch of a mother. Nothing."

Fresh tears spill down my cheeks as I cup his stubbled jaw in my palms. "She's not going to stop, June. She's never going to let us be together."

His eyes flash with steely determination, a look I've seen a thousand times before and never fails to make my knees weak. "She can't stop us, Cara. No one can. We're meant to be, you and me. She'll have to kill me before I let her take you away again."

I shudder at the thought, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't say that. I can't lose you again, June. I won't survive it. Especially not now..."

I take his hand, guiding it to rest on the slight swell of my belly. His breath catches, his eyes widening with awe as his palm spans the small bump.

"Is that our...?" He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"Our baby," I whisper.

A choked sound escapes him, somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "I'm going to be a father. God, Cara, we're parents. a family - I...I can't believe it."

He drops to his knees, pressing reverent kisses to my stomach through the thin fabric of my shirt. "Hey there, little one," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm your daddy. I'm sorry I wasn't here before, but I promise you, I'm never leaving again. I'm going to keep you and your mommy safe, no matter what."

It's like dancing in the rain, and June's words are torrents of love crashes over me, stealing my breath with its intensity. This man, this beautiful, damaged, utterly devoted man, is mine. And I'll be damned if I let anyone, even his monstrously cruel mother, take him from me again.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging until he rises to face me. His eyes are wet, his jaw clenched tightly.

"Make love to me," I whisper, the plea ragged and raw. "I need you, June. I need to feel you."

He doesn't hesitate, his mouth slanting over mine in a kiss that sears me to my soul. It's rough and graceless, more a devouring than a caress, but it's perfect, it's everything.

He walks me backwards until my spine hits the freshly painted wall, the cloying scent of new paint and June's crisp, citrusy cologne flooding my senses. His hands are everywhere, grasping and kneading, relearning my curves with feverish desperation.

"Gonna fuck you so good, baby," June growls. "Show you who you belong to."

"Yes," I hiss, fumbling with his jeans. "Make me yours again."

"Fuck, I need to be inside you," he pants against my throat, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin. "Need to feel my baby girl squeezing me tight."

The rough words set me on fire, my core clenching with aching emptiness. I need him too, need the thick slide of him stretching me, claiming me, branding me as his.

"Please," I cry weakly, fumbling with the button of his jeans. "God, yes, June, please."

He bats my hands away, wrenching down the zipper and shoving the denim over his hips. His cock springs free, hard and leaking, the thick veins pulsing under silken skin.

I moan at the sight, my mouth flooding with saliva. It's been so long, too long, since I've had the taste of him on my tongue, the weight of him throbbing between my lips.

But June has other ideas. He hooks his fingers in my leggings, dragging them and my panties down my thighs in one rough jerk. Cool air kisses my thighs, making me moan a low breathy plea.

"Fuck, look at you," he groans, his lust-dark gaze raking over me like a physical touch. "So fucking wet for me already. Such a needy little mommy, aren't you? Gagging for my cock."

I'm positive I've never heard anything hotter in my life. He spins this little inner exhibitionist inside me, this wanton creature that I only see when June is near. His sex goddess.

His Cara of want and need insatiable.

"June, please," I beg. "I need you inside me."

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