Page 53 of Forbidden Bond

“For now.”

She narrowed an eye. “Because you want them hurt, or you believe they will be?”

“That depends on Score’s actions. He’s not an easy man to appease, though his wife has the knack of it, I’m told.”

“You think he’ll want payback?”

“Clue’s in the name.”

The harsh edge of her guy never went far. Unless he was with her. The way his fingertips moved across her face and down her neck, his possession bled into her pores.

“You’re angry,” she murmured. “About what happened tonight.”

“The fuck came for my family—”

“Not at Evander. At us.”

“I want to lock you up and never let you out.”

“Here?” she asked. “If you lock me up here, you’ll have to move in.”

Her attempt to boost away from the wall failed. The touch of those sure fingers bit tight around her jaw.

“Make a decision.”

“Ask me a question.”

“Your stake in the McLeods—”

“Is yours,” she said.

In control, Connel McDade steered with confidence.

“This is not about money.”

“I know what it’s about,” she said. “Lachlan is my brother, I love him, and I want him to be treated with respect. But for me, on my matters, and family matters, your voice is mine.”

Loyalty was one thing. Having a certainty so strong, she didn’t consider resisting. This was less about dominance and more about confidence. Losing him, even for a short time, was warning enough. He’d feel it even more because he was used to calling the plays.

“Do what you have to do,” she said, laying her hands on him. “I’ll always support you… My McDade.”

“What do you do if you have a problem?”

“Bring it to you.” Just as she’d done after talking to Evander. “I should go see my friend.”

“The doc’s got him.”

His grip switched to a pinch that brought her chin upward. The press of his mouth lingered, expecting, appreciating, loving.

As she lazed in the connection, loosening, needing, surrendering, existence dwindled to—he grabbed her ass, boosting her up to take her through to the shower. He was injured, the scar was still new, probably sensitive, but she wouldn’t resist. Looping her arms around his neck, she begged for more as ice-cold water hit her spine.

The water would heat in time with their passion.

“Conn,” she whispered, gripping his hair.

Arching her shoulders in response to his kiss trailing lower, she lost herself in them. They’d been apart and come back together, nothing could keep them apart. Conn may be tightening his hold, forcing her close, as a response to them potentially losing each other. She couldn’t argue, not when they bathed in the necessity of his possession.

The force of him propelling himself into her tightened her hold and welcomed her voice. Harder, faster, nothing slowed hishammering down. Consumed by him as her body devoured his, they were them, one unit, completion in symbiosis.

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